Every man must stand alone in this fight that we call life,
And still we see there's so much hate even when our hearts unite,
The blood on the hands of the world of what they feel is sacrifice,
As long as the celibate march they will keep paying the price
And still we see there's so much hate even when our hearts unite,
The blood on the hands of the world of what they feel is sacrifice,
As long as the celibate march they will keep paying the price
Believers in search of the gold are walking
The long road of stones they aimlessly
Wander and still search for the light,
A story so ancient untold, their likeness
In faith still unknown, defiance of heathens has blinded their eyes
Every man must bow down to those we call our righteous men,
Their twisted lies in our gleaming eyes lead the road to moral sin,
The blood of gods given up for the cause of shallow men,
We shall endure this masquerade until our judgement comes again
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