Closed monastery Impa**able heavy gates, you inside They get out to be a slave Of jealous might They pumped your brain with falseness And punishments Monks are singing and waiting for sign From the majestic altar But the sign will never come Cause god is afraid of the truth Celebrate of ma** praying to the dead
Statuettes Those echoes bites slowly into your Crushed mind And you're lying like a cross without Will - painful torture I'm sure that Satan knows the truth Who was the god in his flying throne I'm sure that Satan hears the lies Mutters by sages from the pulpits