Demise کے بول

Against aims so ashamed and sober Torn souls are too fragile Searching bright, divine answers Forgotten, deaf and blind Just chant your hypocritical lies And sink into self-chosen demise Raise the sworn-believing scythe There's some sinner left to find It's too dark to see the nightmares With the light so far behind Oh - Useless fighting to hide To hide from self-denial Weeping icons, holy grails Answer unaccountable ways of God - Above all the condemned With ignoration rule the herd And chant hypocritical lies Sink into your self-chosen demise Below the sky of divine will Still some heretic left to kill It's too dark to see the nightmares With the light so far behind Oh - Useless fighting to hide To hide from life tonight Too dark to see - tonight The sinners bear the light Darkness of the ages Came to an end The scythes of the sworn-believers (Are) Still out, sharp and blind They'll rip your soul apart In the name of their merciful god Frozen thoughts of a dying present Still serve their god now - a true belief Their wisdom will close the mind And forbid the answers of divine demise