You seek to please and pleasure The ones you call for needs With gifts and torturous offers For gods of greed When times are born for hunting Fathers eyes soaked in blood Run fast, my god is hungry Head off shoulder - his final cut We want his soul to harm him We want his soul to taunt The harvest for my master Is for his brothers fraud He stands next to his brothers They want to see him fall Believe they will calm their god And cut their sickness' trawls He came from over the mountains When illnesses fingers cruely bound The minds and bodies Of their tribes count A victim of fear - his deadly seed No help in endless pain Born in shadows, in poison rain Light in distance - gods of greed Seek to please and pleasure The ones you call for needs With gifts and torturous offers For gods of greed My daughter don't you fear You are the chosen one Salvation now is near And sorrow will be gone Your blood will feed the earth And bring fertility To our fields and meadows To repress depravity Seek to please and pleasure The ones you call for needs With gifts and torturous offers For gods of greed