Noctem - Religious Plagues lyrics

You can now pray to the stars The sins excite you The hatred mar your senses And feel the rain down on you Getting wet your disfigured face Crawling in the mud You liked to play with human lives Trapped by the Celtic moon, you can't cry incessant suffering Your face is the reflex of your soul Captivated by the northern winds In the center of the storm of swords You will never rest in peace Do you think that I can't break your faith? Sacred father bless me with your golden throne The ancient gods are ashamed in their holy niche An inherited world corrupted by the ignorance d**h, war, disease, hunger, this is your future