Epochate - 1600 AD Songtexte

All you want to
Believe, it’s your path.
Your way to hope.
Your heaven’s door pass.
But it’s a slow death
To make your world a game
At God’s command
It’s just an hoax man

An ancient hoax
That lead you to the end
Born on the ground of mess
It’s a way to oppress
The rights of freedom’s vest
Obey to regress
Found on this hollow fate
Like a cancer of ignorance
The creed and faith

Made this world enslaved
Men’s faulting truth
Is like a gold trap
Confusing thoughts
In shining clothes dressed
And makes you forget
There is no creed that helps
To understand

The whole design back
Is just a code
For people to distract
Born on the ground of mess
It’s a way to oppress
The rights of freedom’s vest
Obey to regress
Found on this hollow fate
Like a cancer of ignorance

The creed and faith
Made this world enslaved
Burn the flame of death
For the sake of rabid
Holy saints that breath
A whenever habit
All again and again
In a cursed avid

Way of struggling deaths
Born on the ground of mess
It’s a way to oppress
The rights of freedom’s vest
Obey to regress
Found on this hollow fate
Like a cancer of ignorance
The creed and faith
Made this world enslaved
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