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Land of nowhere

Poisoned, quiet and poor of all

Spirits reign the people

Prayers are heard from everywhere

Deformed by the rulers and their slaves

It doesn't matter if we all die

There where the light ends

We are wholehearted

With their headless gods

They suffocate our fear

Of the angel of death

We die one after the other

Full of pride for their lies

The legends of the old gods

Beheaded and enslaved

Poisoned by the alleged saviors

All my brothers

Are raised in their poison

Which wrecks lives

A mortal venom

That could be thicker than blood

For me there was never enough poison

I was born in the antidote

My heretic sword will be sharpened

To crack into pieces

Those headless gods

Until the bitter end

If my brothers should awake

In the antidote

Nothing will be left