Ritual - Nation of Flies lyrics

Nation of sheep. Nation of swine. Nation of wolves. All dressed in white. A nation to cherish golden sky playing the good old game of live-and-die. Nation of sin. Nation of bad signs. A nation of saints claims to be the crucified. A nation blessed with blinded eyes. Welcome to the nation of flies. Deny. We're waiting for your faith to die. Deny. Let it die.