Unrelenting, their endevour to rule lives Teaching you an artificial truth That you will grieve no more That you will die no more Narrow minded mercenaries Slave traders, soul collectors Send a promise of destruction To those who will not kneel Derision of the upright ones; As fear devours all doubts But there are so many things I hold beyond their reach The doom you promised me may come I'm not afraid You cannot save me I am the counterweight No need to save me; For I am the counterweight And I will grieve no more I will die no more