Caged into Falsehood - Hour of Penance

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 it’ll be blown away all

Distortions by a wind of right

Fed shall be with knowledges

The human kind

Till it’ll be shown, to every one it’s 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

There’s 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

There’s 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 slavish-existence

Blessed shall be by concreteness

The wicked minds

As it’ll be blown away all distortions

By a wind of right

Fed shall be with knowledges the human kind

Till it’ll be shown, to everyone it’s empiric life