So on the fifth day God Brought Leviathan into form Placing It at the head of all creatures He saw that this was good Burning on the pyre Of Faith stands a life of Shameful deprivation For the Lord In the perfection of the Beloved creature A mole dressed in white Soils Its grandeur The crown of thorns upon his tempted heart A serpent hissing glory by his side Opulence, hypocrisy This is the creed of the lords of Faith Seven crowns upon their heads One cross between their soul stained hands Hypocrisy Lords of Faith Mediocrity Soul stained hands Sentenced to live an earthly Life as sinners Beating in guilty admission Our chests Got addicted to the creed Kneeled down on our will 'Cause weakness is power Bittersweet heresy We, the witnesses of the mystery Nothing is holy-scented in this lie Hypocrisy Lords of Faith Mediocrity Soul stained hands It leaves behind a white trail and the abyss looks pale When It will rise from the depths of the sea It will open Its eyes with a new dawn Arrogance, mediocrity This is the birth of the lords of Faith Golden crowns upon their heads Wooden cross and soul stained hands Hypocrisy Lords of Faith Mediocrity Soul stained hands