Dreadnought

Stories from forgotten tales my dreams
Dreams, they made them nightmares
Nightmares that never were there
As I never saw them

Fear of nothing
Their lies are weak
Their symbols have rotten
Their God is dead
Fear of nothing
Their darkness is the light
Their temples have fallen
Their words are blind

Through tales and myths
Is hidden my lost faith
My lost self
The one I must afraid
My history is a sin
That I must forget
Believe their jewish king

I am the light and the true
Paradise awaits the believers
Follow me

Meander is my symbol
I believe in the call of my blood
Zeus is my father
And not a jewish God
Leonidas guides me
And not their fake priests

Tell me why the fear still lives in you?
Are you scared of your own father?
Are you scared of your own blood?

Fear of nothing
It’s just your shadow
Haunts your soul
Fear of nothing
Their power is
Your fear
Fear of nothing