Red Moon - Funeral

The aeons, by they go

They will never let you know

Shining down on fields of doom

Tribulation casts a blood-red moon

Immortality in death

How I long for my last breath

Covering the lands, a blinding fog

Keeps them ignornant of their holy dog

When you hear the cries

Of the ones that should have died

You find safety in the void

In rational illusions truth you avoid

And I thank you for the mass

The word of God is coming out of your ass

They are guarding all the gates

Hell made real through prayers and faith

Goddess of dignity

Shamelessly she pisses on me

Forcing upon me her will

Her stinking leprosy makes me ill

My surrender will seal your lies

Bring me up to your hell above the skies

We died not for your souls

We died not for your selfish goals

When I hear you speak his voice

I understand that I never had a choice