The Gods Are Dead

The moon glows red the harvest nigh
Demons scream their incantations on the winds of night
Ordained servants bestow the darkness to our minds
Its truth grows like a maggot deep inside
Doubtful logic and fables from the past
Poison our spirits leaving cracks within the cast
Winged death with blackest breath takes flight overhead
Comets split the skies like apparitions of the dead
Bringing Death, it will reign, Be obeisant
The terror unfolds as your eyes look away
Unable to perceive what is but inches from your face
Gather your faculties pray to your lords
Prey is what you’ve become, to darkness succumb
God! Save my stricken soul
For naught! There is no god
The gods are dead
Invented with power in mind
For those easily manipulated
Still its power ruins and deceives
The heart of truth which forever bleeds
The gods are dead