Lyrics
This trail is obsidian, the grip of winter uncoiled
A lover would follow me, cast down and sworn to the dark
Take the road where devils speak
"God is dead"
God is dead
The wealth of darkness inside you, telling you "now"
Your senses corrupted, controlling a poisonous will
Take the road where devils speak
"God is dead"
God is dead
In the corner of my eye
Tearing flesh from bone
Led the blind in search to find
A pathway to the sun
Saw the signs intertwine
Forgave me of all my sins
Why?
Why?
No stigmas revealing our vices
And there are no stigmas revealing our vices
God is dead
God is dead
