Religious Plagues

You can now pray to the stars
The sins excite you
The hatred mar your senses
And feel the rain down on you
Getting wet your disfigured face
Crawling in the mud
You liked to play with human lives
Trapped by the Celtic moon, you can’t cry incessant suffering
Your face is the reflex of your soul
Captivated by the northern winds
In the center of the storm of swords
You will never rest in peace
Do you think that I can’t break your faith?
Sacred father bless me with your golden throne
The ancient gods are ashamed in their holy niche
An inherited world corrupted by the ignorance
Death, war, disease, hunger, this is your future