اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
In this land of the pious
Deceiving one of small mind
Controlled as if - as if the devils tools
I see a horizon - the armies align
Prey upon the weak - twisting their feeble minds
Riding down - a sickend sort takes the reigns and dominates
Pray to your hands for salvation/bend your cross to fit your ways
We are a species beaten by ignorance
Misguided fools lost in a shell
An open eye soon extinguished
The blind lead the blind
As we chase our death
I believe - in only myself/the dark shall grow/in the end
