You can see the shadow Before blowing out the light You can see a darken moon Blocking all the sight You can see the torches And everyone in despair They are gathered in hundreds For their feeble prayers Do you hear the echo From the ancient crucifix Do you hear a voice A revelation from the dead Do you hear the echo From the ancient crucifix The anger of the gods Still rolling heads Swarming round in circles Grasping for the end Parasites will follow This everlasting flow Burning all the witches In the name of the cross Beheading the philosopher To fulfill the loss