The Gods Are Dead - Vhod

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