It's now two thousand years, you base your realm on my death
You say you praise and speak words of faith and defend your ownership of God
It's now two thousand years, you exploit the rights on my death
You glorify the poor while you're dressed in gold and invest your wealth
On subtle device of control of the masses' belief of the good fighting grief
And attempt to mark your eternity ends by saying the judgement is near
By spreading terror and fear, abusing the words that I spoke
So the heretic dies when he tries and placing doubts on your salvation of souls
Then he should be afraid of you saying eternity ends

The search for perfection is not the one that you wrote on your books
As only the Father can sat what is right, hence you tried to destroy the Writings of the Dead Sea Scrolls
When somebody placed his doubts on your own version of the truth
Anyone should wonder why you say that eternity ends

Marking the edges of time and unfold the secret is not up to you
Just let the Father reveal what's untold
I'm not the eternity end

I am not the eternity end
My birth is not the eternity end
I am not the eternity end
My death is not the eternity end
I am not the eternity end
My birth is not the eternity end
I am not the eternity end