Caught by a sphere of rage, I sense my bleeding heart,
why do I have to suffer, God, is this whom Thou truly art?
How can all this agony be alive in Thy world?
Art Thou mightless or is it the start of Thy Wrath to unfold?
As mankind is created after the image of Thee,
how come we are evil and choose to live in misery?
Art Thou not proud for the wars we have fought,
merely for Thy religion, the Ignorant Man's thought?
No, Lord, Thou dost not exist save in mind,
wich itself is the greatest flaw of all mankind.
For Thou art imaginary, there is no more excuse,
we ourselves are solely responsible for this world's abuse!
(Raise You Horns To The Pentagram!)