Satanic Flowers Of Clerical Powers

Look how all believers are in their blind creed go too far,
And they would eliminate each man who'd oppose their fate.
Sainthood is a real brand and religious godly trend.
The crowd votes for whom it tells praying with the ringing bells.

The more countries were baptized, the more plans were realized.
Soldiers of a New Crusade ready for the holy raid.
Now that started their search for the lost souls for the Church.
And iconic face looks clear, but the eyes are full of fear.

Global darkness through the world, reverential rage its called.
On the land of Holy Faith evil will accelerate.
Mankind pay a bitter prize – soon the devil's seeds will rise.
They'll grow up on sainted ground and smash everything around.

Boiling sacrificial oil spilled right into prepared soil.
Clergy brush off every death as a local accident.
Every spiritual got smart, atheists are torn apart.
By the name of Jesus Christ they have murders, wars and heists.

Disbelieving is a void, heretics must be destroyed.
This is real point of view of the chapel and its crew.
Humans go to righteous fight, cleric men keep it in sight.
They move mortal herds of sheep, commit them into the deep.

Parents blame their vicious kids for illicit wrongful deeds.
The offspring won't trust in Lord, then ancestors take the sword.
The protection of belief is a path of woe and grief.
Godlike cancer in the head, that's what they get at the end.

Falseness has become the norm, love turned to appalling form.
Health and illness are reversed – grave at best, pain at the worst.
Wrong with right are being mixed and this case cannot be fixed.
Ethic ceremony reigns, but the preachers hold the reins.

Swirling chaos in the minds stop the senses of all kinds.
Human race made some bad choice, there's no reason to rejoice.
There is one alternative that the knowing of belief.
Live your life to the last breath, you don't end up in the depth.