Testo Massacra

In moments of reflection

It all unfolds to me

I walk down through my mind

And feel a bittercold fear...
What mankind did with pretence

Of religion and belief



Away is the sun

Endless the night

Mankind's massacra...

Intelligence is dead


There have been Satanic Rites

In blood... Incerted crosses

Expulsion of all mortals...

The "good" sid isn't better

Holy inquisitors on arbitrary command

Through all blasphemic centuries



Destruction and hate

Sewage of faith

Ignorant souls

The decline goes on

Man will never learn

That religion's created by man...