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 d**h to the immortal realm False truths propagate fear d**h to all religion now And the fools who can't see through the clear d**h to all those who confound And regress our people as a whole d**h 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 d**h 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