Your religious opinion is the final war
The preachers of the nightmare
Under the sign of the cross
The crowd of young believers - the soldiers of death
Ready to do what you want
In the name of god
Your holy world
Blinded by one thought
A story tale
Like strangers in hell
Live on the run
Beware your son
The holy christ is dead
Live on the run
Nothing is done
For the holy ones in hell
You act the innocent, of nothing you're ashamed,
your faith is out of whole cloth
But your punishment will come.
The ignorant will follow you and your cupped cant
the most of them don't know
you're means to an end.
Your holy world
Blinded by one thought
A story tale
Like strangers in hell
Coldest eyes before your child live anymore
A teardrop drips away
and the fallen angels pray
The last candels burn in a chapel of sorrow
Live on the run
Beware your son
The holy christ is dead
Live on the run
Nothing is done
For the holy ones in hell