Kiuas - The decaying doctrine

Blessed are those who write their own scriptures
For they shall be kings of the new world

Since the down of civilization
The so-called men of god
Have been lost in their obscurities
Their words would lead to sorrow
Commanding the weak to follow
A design for tyrants to control and enslave

We subdue not the voice inside us
We only bow down on our prey

Fire rains down from the heavens
Pouring down on those too weak to learn
On the ruins of the dead religion
Standing tall as the enslaving doctrines burn

Blindly the sheep walk to their doom
For they leader not bring peace but a sword

To lead the flock astray
Each cult began their game
They created the face of evil ang gave it a name
We take their game and squeze it
Until it breaks in shards
And under the remains the truth will survive

We are the child who question sincerely
And in our eyes a mirror framed

Fire rains down from the heavens
Pouring down on those too weak to learn
On the ruins of the dead religion
Standing tall as the enslaving doctrines burn