Dark Creations, Dead Creators

Conjurers of the old abyss

Mystified the distant serpent’s hiss

A spark of life into imagined forms

A spark of faith and a lie is born

Death to the immortal realm

False truths propagate fear

Death to all religion now

And the fools who can’t see through the clear

Death to all those who confound

And regress our people as a whole

Death upon this bloodied ground

Sever the hand of His stranglehold

Dark creations from ailing brains

Fiends of falsehood that cannot ascertain

Truth from logic in modern times

Cut the baggage of this profound lie

Only the truth will survive

Death is raining down from the abysmal clouds

Of their minds

Give the apocalypse to the believers now

It’s about damn time

There’s no life in your false creator

Believers of the lie refuse to see the gain

With their eyes

Slaves lying motionless in broken, bloody chains

It’s their own demise

There’s no truth at all in dark creations