The Death Of Gods 歌词

How many prophets have spoken about 'idols' fall? Too many kingdoms had worshipped their stupid gods Blood of countless sacrifices seems to be forgotten Power's lust never minds, any price is right The new religion has reached its goal The high priest takes possession of the martyr's blood A huge crowd of believers bow down in fear The victims are proclaimed new living heroes Salvation and hope for the fools The souls of the poors and the victims gather round Ready to rise on the very last night Who knows exactly what Future will prepare? The prophets and all the priests will die in flames, beware Too many victims had been sacrificed Bullshit has been ever given to the poor No more lies and no more crimes Don't forget the children starved They won't forgive