Verse:
Over the catholic course of time
Millions are slain for purpose divine
Rituals devour the souls of men
Who cry from their graves and now speak again
Warning of human torches and crusades
For the path to heaven remains unpaved
And the times will again repeat themselves
The wicked will feast on our cries for help
Chorus:
All Dark Ages come in stages
With bloodshed of the people
We are mid evil
Yeah, mid evil
Play God with sin’s wages
For the fighting mind is feeble
And it’s mid evil
Yeah, mid evil
Verse 2:
Dead men’s souls take me away
To the bloody merging of present day
With a past age of righteous slaughter
Young men are holy if cannon fodder
And as they prepare holy sacraments
Chain-mail armour, swords for defense
Neglecting as they loot, fight and win
The measure ye mete shall be measured again
Chorus 2:
All Dark Ages come in stages
With bloodshed of the people
We are mid evil
Yeah, mid evil
Play God with sin’s wages
For the fighting mind is feeble
And it’s mid evil
Yeah, mid evil
Interlude
Ghostly chroniclers haven’t space
For the fields are filled with unmarked graves
Waiting for Renaissance to come
To abandon the hanging of thumbs
But pious is the holder of the throne
So no one reaps the seeds they’ve sewn
Opposing sects are drawn and quartered
The kingdom of God shares hell’s border
Chorus 3:
All Dark Ages come in stages
With bloodshed of the people
We are mid evil
Yeah, mid evil
Play God with sin’s wages
For the fighting mind is feeble
And it’s mid evil
Yeah, mid evil