Lyrics
This trail's 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 all my sins
Why?
Why?
No stigmas revealing our vices
And there're no stigmas revealing our vices
God is dead
God is dead