Terror, The Foundation Of Religion

The stakes of the living are burning
With the greedy fire of redemption
The wind of change - the breath of midnight
With black sheets is vailing the day
The glowing sky's flowing down

Like a river of blood
On the dead fields of graves
In the glow of redemption
Frightened culprits' shadows dance
The slaughter of women unfaithful to priests
Deadly cry cut by the silence

Of the sword of redemption - the arms of God
Pious herds of fools
Undeserving to watch
Beat the ground with their knees

For the feet of hypocritical priests
For black dealers of absolution
Frightened by the vision of the end
Moisten papal signet rings

Leave sure of salvation
Fattened by the vision of bliss