[Lyric: Tomi]
[Artist: Death Butcher]
[Album: Death Butcher]

Burning thousand minds with strong lies
Leading mass, needy and weak souls
Offering infinits allusions of holy ways
Hidden all the lust in a plastic faith

A vicious circle of falce good intensions
Praising and deceiving those that belive
Imposing lies in without sense rules
Omithing the mistakes that never be say

The words that you preach
Don't is what pratice
Falling in hypocrisy
Your faith have a price

Spreading way of fantasy, a monetary divinity
Strong lapse of integrity, succumbing morality

Sppeching in estasy upon the altar
Maralists and their perfect ways
Hypnotizing and numbing impotent minds
Worshipping the symbol of salvation

The moribund bory of your saviour
Perishing upon the cross of calvary
A martyr eternally crucifed
The decadent image of a belief