The world is turning to ashes when faith triumphs
The faith of those convinced they believe in nothing
You conceal your dark soul and your filthy thoughts
That spectre of naivety that burns in your eyes

I've ceased to believe in false miracles
Vote for heresy
In flames I'm descending into the shades of death
Vote for heresy
I'm spreading the wings of my wicked plan
Vote for heresy
Hidden from the human sight in a cloud of black mist

Hidden from the human sight
Vote for heresy
In a cloud of black mist
Vote for heresy

They want to shroud your mind with the veil of their black wings

The age of magic when you struggle with the waves of darkness
enfolds you with a haze of sin
The moaning of the condemned reverberates within you
You abandon those silver shrines
they want to shroud your mind with the veil of their black wings
In the grip of death you renounced your god.