Requiem of the damned, the redemption is at hand
Children born of sin, there will be no next of kin

Messenger of the gods, deliver the final blow
This is your last resort

Hypocrits in their eyes based on their saviours lies
Now I am born
Now I am free
I have awakened

A heretic is what to create
The mistake was always there to make.
And by the time its done
All belief and hope will be gone

Judged by religion and doomed by race
This is your gods one true face

No point in lying, no point denying
No more fearing tomorrow
Tomorrow!

Hypocrit!
Heretic!

Hypocrits in their eyes, based on their saviours lies
Now I am born
Now I am free
I have awakened

Hypocracy!
Lunacy!
Democracy!
Heresy!
Heretic's Requiem!