Helpless, fighting with fate Everything passes like time, irrevocably Futility of existence crushes you So you finally you fall down to your knees Doomed to float the river of scum Towards the inevitable fall To finally embrace welcoming arms of death Fearful, most writhe in their naivety Drooling and praying at the altars of the lie Worshiping the cult of false holiness To get salvation and feel no remorse They'll get absolved of their petty crimes If so they confess and praise the fallen kingdom Cleansing desired, delivered to masses Oh, righteous Father, look joyfully upon your children Abandoned to vermin to feed on To get absorbed by the dead soil Look at the flames of war Devouring your fragile work Feel the stench of burning piles Of your innocent sheep It is a gift for your mercy It is a gift for your righteousness It is the price for their naivety Feed on their suffering To fulfill your desires And poison their blind minds with feeling of fulfillment Pushing them into suicidal abyss Helpless, fighting with fate Everything passes like time, irrevocably Futility of existence crushes you Doomed to float the river of scum Towards the inevitable fall To finally embrace welcoming arms of death