HEADLESS GODS
Land of nowhere
Poisoned, quiet and poor of all
Spirits reign the people
Prayers are heard from everywhere
Deformed by the rulers and their slaves
It doesn’t matter if we all die
There where the light ends
We are wholehearted
With their headless gods
They suffocate our fear
Of the angel of death
We die one after the other
Full of pride for their lies
The legends of the old gods
Beheaded and enslaved
Poisoned by the alleged saviors
All my brothers
Are raised in their poison
Which wrecks lives
A mortal venom
That could be thicker than blood
For me there was never enough poison
I was born in the antidote
My heretic sword will be sharpened
To crack into pieces
Those headless gods
Until the bitter end
But if my brothers should awake
In the antidote
Nothing will be left
