The Stench of Your Faith - Advent of Bedlam

Subconsciously we're all tainted

(our) will is slowly erased, reduced, suppressed

fanatism, the worst of all plagues

Can't stand all this irrationality

Sinners and Martyrs, they look the same to me.

Dehumanized in terror, so truth remains concealed.

Scavengers fed by grief and despair

from a past of ambiguous devotions

have made you believe the existence of false gods

now pray to the wind, lie to yourself.

For when we approach the end we will find that

we will die and rot, there is no kingdom of light

look how the world slay their lambs

Sinners and Martyrs, they look the same to me.

Dehumanized in terror, so truth remains under control.

Can't you see the lie?

Why to believe the word? Dogmas of human divinity

Enlightened to preach their word…

Hell grows with Faith

Selective Salvation, under the skin of the prayer

Why do you pray when you fear?

as the lamb invokes its shepherd

becomes easy to comprehend

that power is in our will

not in the cross, not in rotten remains

seek the light, there was no sacrifice,

no savior nor messiah

not very far from a dream

why don't open your eyes, awake

run from the fetid stench of your faith.