They walk the earth among the mortals
The lords of all creation,
their healing hands promise redemption for our transgressions
Shunned, the outcasts who disbelieve
From their secret palaces, ethereal and serene
Painted with the blood of Christ, built on the backs of the deceived
Bought with the sins of humanity

The troops mass at the golden gates
At war with an antichrist to reach a fabled afterlife
Seperatists with weaponized faith on the path to dominate
Hate-filled are their diatribes to stir the rage they feel inside
Onward Christian soldiers, march the darkened path to righteousness

Sociopaths with unchecked ambition on a crusade to indoctrinate
With twisted words devoid of meaning,
with one truth to sustain a myriad lies

Cathedral bells ring to welcome the conquering kings
Blurring the line between artifice and reality
They walk the earth alone
The lords of nothing
Their withered hands promise deception and damnation