Corpses in the attic
Voices in the trees
Slaves to the forgotten
Puppets on his strings
The devil's in the details
Blinded by the fall
Can't you see the writings on the wall
I feel the heathens calling
A dark faith you can't deny
I hear them crawling
Their heads falling on the ground
Reject the Holy Father
Desecrate the son
Deny the sacred spirit
Embrace the chosen one
Trapped in your salvation
The ritual begins
Sacrifices for the king
I feel the heathens calling
A dark faith you can't deny
I hear them crawling
Their heads falling on the ground
Despite the effort
In the end he'll rise
Invoke the endless
Light up our minds
Endlessly circling the path that we tread
Over and over until we forget
Violence and madness are hereditary
Not only for the ones who believe
Not only for the ones who believe
Not only for the ones who believe
Not only for the ones who believe
I feel the heathens calling
A dark faith you can't deny
I hear them crawling
Their heads falling on the ground
