Old gods once arose
From sand, from blood, from fear
Grim and dreadful was their kind
A foe of man who devised them
Three gods
An unholy trinity
Just agony and fear
They bring in abundance
What is the real original sin?
What fool committed it?
Who has infected humanity?
With the triumvirate's toxin?
Conceived as saviors
They became the worst scourge
The reek of the corpse piles
Spread through the ages
Our blind faith
Makes our souls lame
Makes our hearts cold
A blind delusion that infests us
Our shaking swords
Thirst for blood
Our frenzy doesn't know friend from foe
Our gods ask for blood is all we know
The cross, the star, the moon
The marks of our disgrace
The marks of our downfall
If we don't want to be their downfall
The ghosts of the past
Fear the light
The light of our ascension
Let our light be their ruin