Buning ruins and psycho pain Are the rules of the holy domain Created chaos out of a romance The purgatory will be a silent judgment
Blessed by darkness The legion of evil
Fake like a saint They'll die by the cross Embalmed like an angel They'll kill for a God
Little by little, groups of mercenaries Emerged in the name of God
Many of them pretended not to see To deceive their victims
Souls reaped by selfishness Discarded like garbage How can we live the nightmare Without being asleep
Now The church Would need to negotiate With the murderers
The quest of power I feel the plague Again!!!
Fake like a saint (fake like a saint) They'll die by the cross (they'll die by the cross) Embalmed like an angel (embalmed like an angel) They'll kill for a God (they'll kill for a God) God!
