Via Mistica - Cold Dust lyrics

Be affraid of his anger He knows your every sin Be affraid of his forces They know how to defeat And beware of gold dust He can send on your head And regret all your dreams You had against his name Watch out! Every night in your bed Take care Of your wretched existence Don't burn your god on his altar You rejected your past life But it still lives in your heart Be affraid of god's anger You've burried him this time His altar is full of fire He's having a gold dust Beware of strange voices He will never die...