Crisis Of Faith Lyrics & Chords By Sigrblot

Living under this scourge of historical distortion, bound by the laws of the puppet masters' whores – what is a life to live among hollow bodies with no soul? Our spirits fell victim with the coming of the second Great Plague. Why do they bother to breathe when they are not alive? This must surely be the endtimes that has fallen upon us. Is it possible I have become a prophet who doubts his own vision? Perhaps this is all for the best, I'm no longer sure we deserve to exist.

May their treachery be remembered and memories cursed! As did emperors and kings, the rulers seek immortality in monuments. Their ruins shall remain to tell the story of the final times of tyrants who manipulated the past to control our future.

We have explored, triumphed and ruled – such is the way of man. Now we are to apologize, to stand in debt to those once conquered? For collective guilt we should stand and watch our heritage raped, to do nothing as our future follow the cattle down the valley of death? Hah! I owe nothing to anyone but my own race. In the end I will probably not have changed anything – but rather spit in the shepherd's eye than to follow his cain.

May their treachery be remembered and memories cursed! As did emperors and kings, the rulers seek immortality in monuments. Their ruins shall remain to tell the story of the final times of tyrants who manipulated the past to control our future

We sing the deathsongs awaiting calamity, grinning as your world is torn asunder. I will welcome and embrace death knowing that it will claim you all!

The tides of time will always wash and ebb. Ages come to pass, leaving legacy in memory – remembrance of martyrs fading into legends. Tales of betrayal forever carved in stone. Peace at last to men of good will... and Death at last to treacherous bastards!