Subterranean Movement

March steady against the heresy of life

Crush all doctrines, and reduce them for the masses to spite

Came with us, share the pleasures of our triumph

We carry the truth disciples of death and pain

War ravage the land and blood is spot in clashes

An abomination of fire we are called for we wan't accept the lies we are told

Can you hear the "white tongues" united in a verbal coil?

Thus sounds the prayer of a plague that refuses to see the great beast within

And face the fear one calls free will!

The laws of the ages that they follow have grown old

And like the scrolls on which they were written

So had also their faces become

We have given them the proof they have seen the signs for the future

But still they deny the fact that god is dead and all laws faded with him

The subterranean movement marches on

No light shines so bright that you want get burned in the end

Rise up, speak not in tongues

Rise!

From bended knee to mankind supreme

If their eyes have opened and they still refuse to see

There is no hope but to kill them

Now the time has come to tame their weakness

By the devil I know that we'll win

Though this may seem long see the fires are burning low

And in the ashes something new begins to glow

Let no rules take hold of your existence

Rise to form your own order of discipline

Collect your broken bits and pieces

For the eyes of hypocrites are as deep as the darkest sea

And on its bottom there is nothing to see!