Believe

In this land of the pious Deceiving one of small mind Controlled as if - as if the devils tools I see a horizon - the armies align Prey upon the weak - twisting their feeble minds riding down - a sickend sort takes the reigns and dominates [CHORUS] Pray to your hands for salvation/bend your cross to fit your ways We are a species beaten by ignorance Misguided fools lost in a shell An open eye soon extinguished the blind lead the blind as we chase our death I believe - in only myself/the dark shall grow/in the end --- Believe - Solitude Aeturnus