The world is turning to ashes when faith triumphs The faith of those convinced they believe in nothing You conceal your dark soul and your filthy thoughts That spectre of naivety that burns in your eyes
I've ceased to believe in false miracles Vote for heresy In flames I'm descending into the shades of death Vote for heresy I'm spreading the wings of my wicked plan Vote for heresy Hidden from the human sight in a cloud of black mist
Hidden from the human sight Vote for heresy In a cloud of black mist Vote for heresy
They want to shroud your mind with the veil of their black wings
The age of magic when you struggle with the waves of darkness enfolds you with a haze of sin The moaning of the condemned reverberates within you You abandon those silver shrines they want to shroud your mind with the veil of their black wings In the grip of death you renounced your god.
