Letra da Música: Heathen Divinity - My Own Grave

The corroded society of hypocrites, where mindly weakness is refined,
Where normal life is sin and for that your salvation is denied.
Keep your mind free, hang religion in the gallows of knowledge.
Wrap the rope tight, and burn their ornaments of pain.
Wormtungue preachers, falsehood vows.
Another bloodshed, another corpse.
Another victim craved, raped by the light of christ.
Another mind enslaved, another carcass for the flies.
Seems easy to escape the hell we live in every day.
Easy to be forgiven, by the grace of divine decay.
Your chain of faith grows weaker your minions fall prey
to the enlightened, to the beasts of heathen divinity.