Keep your gods and save your legacy So let them choke with their obedience, Prayers for divine imperfection. Let them all get what they want Until their ignorance get them. Flock without will and reason Blinded by godly hatred. Armed with sword, covered by mercy. Pathetic. Faint. Fated. Their own god damned creatures Made in his image and likeness Outcast and despised spawn Mindless. Until slavery was not prideful, And the last hadn't become the first. In the name of the glorious Gods, They have to be stopped Summoning whispering voices Full of disdainful despair All of them search for protection from those Whom they defended for years Still they are proud and exalted Still they impersonate straight Now, when they call for your duty, To die is better than to betray. Who besides you defend them When you decide to retreat? To immolate pride for salvation And pander to beggar's conceit. After all destructions and shambles, After all desecrations of shrines, Where was your faith and reason When they burned your legacy down?