The Scourger

Enslaved to Faith

The Scourger


There's a crossfire in Eden 
For the ones born blameless 
Destroying the cosmos of virgins 
On their way to holy salvation 
Give all you own to the trinity 
Sins are made for forgiveness 
Sell your soul for eternal peace 
And promises of purification 

Religion sells but nobody's buying 
When we are addicted and enslaved to faith 
Oppression kills the sense of life 
When we are addicted and enslaved to faith 

To obey moralistic ethics 
Is a way to cover up reality 
In a cloak of secrets so dark 
Safe and hidden from the sane eyes 
What will become of the sinners 
Who can no longer be free souls 
Bitter men subdued and growing weary 
From the womb to the tomb 
Angels of enforcement, regret and obey 
Angels of enforcement, thy shall see 
Untold deeds of your past life 
Act as the strangling confession grip 
In your darkest moment of need 
They strike like lashes of the whip