the original faith

where those heroes 

with no names

are still fighting

(for a better tomb)

where there is

no memories to mend

and no means

for an end

the original faith

is now pronounced backwards

in languages of the forked tongues

work by word

benediction or bewitchment 

a vile substance for a strange addiction

chosen by 

a faith that lied, 

a frozen sentence of a bargain 

to a gone penance

 

under scraps of decadanse, 

an impending doom

that goes through every gloom

devoid of life, in death reverence

it rules your mind, 

it corrupts you into a fool's game

forged in shame

in the ashes revealed 

there is a future foreseen

where the reckoning times 

never fail 

unleash 

all power of bestiality 

within

the faith of a rebellious tone

into all deceit and inception 

and their world 

would die again 

and again 

in blame

and deception

the whore's derision,

lying

to all our god's envision,

their cruel faces

kept changing 

everyday

through shapes

of night and day

at this earth´s stage,

a female

forgotten touch

- it was now our opening torch

those roses

with thorns,

always a reminder

to you

that her sacred thoughts

are not yours.

forgotten realms of a new founded whelm

the vile's will,

the slaughter's hand

that rings the bell

in this wasteland

all eagle's claws

were still clutched

to the lost years ark.

but who's repaid those wasted years

who's gonna manage, all the damage done?