The Infidels Cross 歌词

Reclaiming homes lost For thousands of years Written into history, Events forever left to the old, Since the bringer of it was To the sacrificed Story recorded by the conquerors, But you worked this out behind the scenes Hiding behind masks The new reign is spreading Martyr-like features, Crucifying themselves, Through simple open play But the general audience Swallows and swallows Again, and over again Threads through their limbs, Saints and angels guide them No more freely than is captured in oil The painter re-draws the self-portrait Story recorded by the conquerors, But you worked this out behind the scenes The infidel laugh back at them Now he shows His true self