The Decaying Doctrine

Blessed are those who write their own scriptures

For they shall be kings of the new world

Since the dawn of civilization

The so-called men of god

Have been lost in their obscurities

Their words would lead to sorrow

Commanding the weak to follow

A design for tyrants to control and enslave

We subdue not the voice inside us

We only bow down on our prey

Fire rains down from the heavens

Pouring down on those too weak to learn

On the ruins of the dead religion

Standing tall as the enslaving doctrines burn

Blindly, the sheep walk to their doom

For their leader came not to bring peace, but a sword

To lead the flock astray

Each cult began their game

They created the face of evil and gave it a name

We take their game and squeeze it

Until it breaks in shards

And under the remains the truth will survive

We are the child who questions sincerely

And in our eyes a mirror framed

Fire rains down from the heavens

Pouring down on those too weak to learn

On the ruins of the dead religion

Standing tall as the enslaving doctrines burn

Fire rains down from the heavens

Pouring down on those too weak to learn

On the ruins of the dead religion

Standing tall as the enslaving doctrines burn

Fire rains down from the heavens

Pouring down on those too weak to learn

On the ruins of the dead religion

Standing tall as the enslaving doctrines burn

Fire rains down from the heavens

Pouring down on those too weak to learn

On the ruins of the dead religion

Standing tall as the enslaving doctrines burn