Götterdämmerung (Twilight of the Gods) - Ancient Rites

We are gods, God is man

His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!

As I behold your crucified lord

It is pity I feel not a sign of purification

And yet it are millions taught by his word

Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!

(the twilight has come)

Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!

A universal message of love

Lessons for the world to be clear

But I sense megalomania in his word

Dogmatic, based on fear

Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!

Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!

Like the word taught in that other book

By some other prophet born in the East

Screaming ‘jihad!!'

Lifes they took

On the non believers corpses they feast

Not that Jahweh offered the other cheek

As he so firmly told his followers to do

Too many sacrifices in His name

Far too many lies not to look through

And here I stand alone in the night

No god or master above me

Do I suffer from this lack of divinity

Faith, my dear friend, can be splendid indeed

A force to hold on when the feeble soul bleeds

Religion served to the masses

Might be a dangerous seed

Forced down your throat

The last thing a free man needs

I walk a lonely path

Am I so blind to see?

At least I can say my soul is free

And my only god is me…

We are gods, God is man

His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!

We are gods, God is man

His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!