Songtext von Divine Masquerade

Could a word hold power over mind and body When it relates to the soul? Long tragedies on battle fields Children tortured, one million kills Under the flag of our god [chorus] Desires turn to blood As lust claims our souls, With the simplest lie of all: To be chosen by some god Centuries of slander Masked with opium slumbers Aimed to control our essence To breed and keep their hold with fear