Believe - Solitude Aeturnus

In the land of the pious

Deceiving one of small mind

Controlled as if

As if the devils tools

I see a horizon

The armies align

Prey upon the weak

Twisting their feeble minds

Riding down a sickend sort

Takes the reigns and dominates

Pray to your hands for salvation

Bend your 'cross to fit your ways

Pray to your hands for salvation

Bend your 'cross to fit your ways

I believe in own myself

And I believe the dark shall grow

I believe in the end

And I believe in myself

Pray to your hands for salvation

Bend your 'cross to fit your ways

Pray to your hands for salvation

Bend your 'cross to fit your ways

We are a species

Beaten by ignorance

Misguided fools

Lost in a shell

An open eye

Soon extinguished

The blind lead the blind

As we chase our death

I believe in own myself

And I believe the dark shall grow

I believe in the end

I believe in myself