Religious or not, a time must come,
When all must decide their own freedom.
Bars will be shook, chains will be rattled,
Bellowing a shriek of the mind among battles.
The circle has been drawn, the virgin has been layed,
But none realized the debts left unpaid.
Light another candle for those who pay,
As death is the charge for he who strays.
"Outrageous!" and "Corrupt!" have been thrown,
Still the insane priest has had men groan.
For he thrives on fear, lives on dread,
Intensifies anger among the living and dead.
A man of pain, a world in a lathe,
These are common for those of the Wild Faith.

GenoCide ěVOiDě