Prophets of an undisplayed faith Put crowns of thorns on the heads if the feebles Enclosures for rational thought The unique hope To deny the deceivers Blessed shall be by concreteness the Wicked minds As itll be blown away all Distortions by a wind of right Fed shall be with knowledges The human kind Till itll be shown, to every one its empiric life Slaves on fabrications Survive in the gloom of Lie aiming a false salvation All that you believe is what they created To give the last hope of infinity and you Waste your existence In a useless redemption Theres no heaven for the dead Chaining your forces they live a Condition of idleness and earthly Paradise While you are dependent on what they invented, A puppet moved by falsely sacred wires Truth mystification Shrouded on the human Sight hiding their low corruption Victims of a unjustified fear Spread in the minds With their insidious methods Obscuring all the ways of truth The unique god, to adore To believe in Dry as the desert sand is the mind of the ones That forever serve Where the knowledge stream Has drained away by the hypnotic warmth of Ignorance that stuns the men, Lost among the dunes sentenced to the bitter end... Dead before the decease Controlled robbed of your Will reduced to a silent servant All that you believe is what they Created to give the last hope of infinity and To waste your existence In a useless redemption Theres no heaven for the dead Chaining your forces they live A condition of idleness And earthly paradise while you are Dependent on what they invented, A puppet moved by falsely sacred wires Sick of unknown disease Hold by the tentacles of the Dread condemned To a slavishexistence Blessed shall be by concreteness The wicked minds As itll be blown away all distortions By a wind of right Fed shall be with knowledges the human kind Till itll be shown, to everyone its empiric life
itll, concreteness, empiric, chaining, idleness