Cruzades

Worthless splattered blood
Fucking beliefs always kill stupid people

You are not supposed to die
Because faith isn’t real
Faith isn’t real

You poor slave

Where’s your king now?

Past
Centuries didn’t change a thing
We are fighting this battle again
Past
Centuries didn’t change a thing
We are fighting this battle again

Hell is
Coming to you
Heaven is falling for you
This is the omen
Aware from the
Omen

Dreamers are dying
And thinkers are fighting
Trying and
Screaming
The truth of life

Deaf legions running
Afraid
From realizing that what they live is a lie
Your black book of
Trash
Is full of fear and lies
Is full of fear and lies

Someday everybody is going to die
And there’s nothing after
Life
Someday everybody is going to die
And there’s nothing after
Life
Someday everybody is going to die
And there’s nothing after
Life

What do you fight for?
What are you going to win?
This is the prophecy

Omen

Prophecy

The calling of death

Prophecy

Prophecy
Prophecy
Prophecy
Prophecy

What do you fight for?
What you?
What are you going to win?

What do you fight for?
What are you going to win?
In the end there’s nothing next to
Life
What do you fight for?
What are you going to win?
In the end there’s nothing next to
Life

Taking lives is the only way
The only way
That you can reach the
Sky
Taking lives is the only way
The only way
That you can reach the
Sky

Prophecy