Zealots

An irrevocable truth accured from a poisoned soil infusing words of corruption
Proliferating in hearts and heads, to confine the damned to an axiom of cessation
To walk a futile trajectory, to walk a futile trajectory

Praising themselves with a superior morality, they swing the blade of animosity
Sowing agony into the hearts of the innocent
Take a good look at those, living by the prophecies, and take up the risk of thinking for yourself

'Cause all I see are hollow shells, afflicted by an agent, eroding an entire kind
Thеre's no reality, as a consequеnce of this confidence in an axiom of cessation

Can you feel the infestation spreading?
Can you feel, that this divine word is our demise?
This divine word is our demise
Our demise

They walk a futile trajectory
They walk a futile trajectory
Hear the Zealots sowing agony, into the hearts of the innocent

Take a good look at those, living by the prophecies, and take up the risk of thinking for yourself
Take a good look at those, living by the prophecies, and take up the risk of thinking for yourself