True belief in fiction Dominate the weak Free to choose the way of death Fall on your knees and creep Die with no remorse Blind to different views For all your reasons To die for and to kill Ain't strong enough To be in a lifetime fulfilled Paralysed and broken Cries out of the dust Out of new-born ruins Shrouded under pain and tears Crown the lost Enthrone the dead Run in circles Through the curse of revenge Do you see that matters change? If there's a god - out there A cause of chaos - and beauty If we stand face to grace - naked and bare Like a beast of pain and cruelty If there's a higher state - anywhere I am the ground: What is a tree without roots No more than a thought without any doubts True belief in fiction Dominate the weak Free to choose the way of death One last breath for the divinity Die with no remorse Blind to different views If there's a way to seek Fall on your knees and creep