No More Vassals

Lie scattered mountains The fruits you plant come rotten Idyllic valley of tears, souls waiting for their destiny Those who rebel their selves shall be their own gods. The crusades to come will be in their own name. Father I tried but i can't understand Why the hell does heaven cost much pain You teach us the freedom of weakness, submission. And you let us sin, but with your permission, Tell us it's okay, god is forgiving. But we can't deny this is just a fairy tale There's no-one who controls your fate Heaven is created when (You drive yourself) Shines of eternal fire, towers of fallen idols, The architects will sell their costumes to strike a bargain. There will be no requiem in memory. And gold-plated corpses will fan the flames.