No sympathy from demanding idols

In the morning, when it's light
The families' eyes all open at once
Saying prayers, putting on clothes
Rosary, jehovah, mysterious symbols

We were guilty by religion, symptoms of jesus
And death on horseback and father time
Now the days are short but the road is long
And there's a merciless storm out on the horizon,
Calling and coming.

Lords grown foul,
We are slaves now,
No mercy for fools.