Helpless, fighting with fate
Everything passes like time, irrevocably
Futility of existence crushes you

So you finally you fall down to your knees
Doomed to float the river of scum
Towards the inevitable fall
To finally embrace welcoming arms of death

Fearful, most writhe in their naivety
Drooling and praying at the altars of the lie

Worshiping the cult of false holiness
To get salvation and feel no remorse
They'll get absolved of their petty crimes

If so they confess and praise the fallen kingdom
Cleansing desired, delivered to masses

Oh, righteous Father, look joyfully upon your children
Abandoned to vermin to feed on
To get absorbed by the dead soil

Look at the flames of war
Devouring your fragile work
Feel the stench of burning piles
Of your innocent sheep

It is a gift for your mercy
It is a gift for your righteousness
It is the price for their naivety

Feed on their suffering
To fulfill your desires
And poison their blind minds with feeling of fulfillment
Pushing them into suicidal abyss

Helpless, fighting with fate
Everything passes like time, irrevocably
Futility of existence crushes you
Doomed to float the river of scum
Towards the inevitable fall
To finally embrace welcoming arms of death