Strikes the pain
Deep is the wound
Heavy the armor
Painful the breath.
Far feels the battle
Far are the screams
Pumps tired the heart
Burning blood in the veins
God of the darkness,
God, warrior god!
I sacrificed the lamb
I burned the incense
The priests of toth
Assured me of glory
So, which was the fault
That signed my fate?
Where was the hand
Bringer of glory?
Where were power and luck?
He looks at the sky and shines
Far in the emptiness...
Sky, empty sky, laughing at me,
That day I paid with gold, for your protection.
Deep in the temple of the dark one.
For hours the priests they prayed for me
But where was his hand?
Runs the river.
But where was his sword?
Blows the wind.
Sky, empty sky, laughing at me
That day I paid with gold, for your protection.
Sky empty sky, darker than ever
Today blood and pain are the price of my faith.