Текст: Dakrua. Divine Masquerade.

Could a word hold power over mind and body
when it relates to the soul?
long tragedies on battle fields
children tortured, one million kills
under the flag of our God

[Chorus]
Desires turn to blood
as lust claims our souls,
with the simplest lie of all:
to be chosen by some God


Centuries of slander
masked with opium slumbers
aimed to control our essence
to breed and keep their hold with fear