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

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