All the children followed
The pathway into death
In obediance to the master
Sacrilegious madness
They drank of the poisoned chalice
Wine blessed with cyanide
Escaping the world of malice
Before satan's total override
Blinded by the same vision
Dreams of divine ecstacy
Glorious heavnly angels
And a holy prophet's doctrine
A union of weak and lost souls
On the edge of insanity
Insearch of a new dawn's paradise
Without evil and misery
Cult of sacrifice
Towards their paradise
No holy land arised
Or seraphic delight
There was no sacred transformation
Hell is where they were damned to be
There is nothing only pure and godly
Like feebles seems to believe
