Desire, emotion and knowledge, The souls of men, on their way to earth-life, Pass through a room full of lights Each takes a taper often only a spark... All the flesh will rot When time is set and done All the temples burn As knowledge comes unfold To live, to die One thousand lies Their will Of self repression I spit on the cross On The pentagram All symbols Of their enslavement Cynically, preaching free will Clinically, injecting their illness All empires fall Foundations of existence Nothingness abroad For I seek no redemption To live, to die One thousand lies Their will Of self repression I spit on the cross On The pentagram All symbols Of their enslavement To live, to die One thousand lies Their will Of self repression I spit on the cross On The pentagram All symbols Of their enslavement Bleed... stigmata of the faithless Breathe... the scent of despair Weak... lambs they shall follow Forever... their biggest disgrace They bow to thee They summon thee They worship thee I worship ME They bow to thee They summon thee They worship thee I Worship ME