Redemption is what you desire Confession is what you need to keep on Moving without any direction along the lifeline Who needs these preys at the altar of evolution Which, in fact, leads to relentless degradation And serve such a brilliant epitaph! Science might be your perfect weapon You know what's good and what's evil You divide 'em with your knife named "skepticism" (also known as a sign of god) Bipedal bastard wage it's disgusting war To end all wars and capture virtue of all virtues Deep beneath the catacombs, engulfed in a smoke of sulfur Machines you once brought to life Grant you the protection you need As well as the grave your mind craves for... Yes, you've turned the rivers upstream Yes, you've learned to fly without wings ...yet you still can't make your choice: Whether it's better to dwell in darkness or the light ...and your soul petrifies in fear I've been led by the hand of the reaper And baptized in blood of the dead Blood caressed my lips, rushed to my head And served as a substitute to mother's milk ...it turned me into a godforsaken miscreant As a wolf-faced ghost I've been running From those deadlights by which I was born