歌词
Bigotry infected minds
Imposed their own god's law
Benumbed by noise and command
We saw man's liberty fall
Ages of woe and grief
While men's proud is in chains
All for a blackened tree
On a lonesome mountain of pain
A dark percept of fear
A threat to your eyes and ears
A deconvolutionary idea
An epitome of the unreal
Ages of woe and grief
While men's sense is in chains
Is it necessary to kill
In the useless search for faith?
Man can't create a single worm
But they do spawn religions galore
Ages of woe and grief
While men's sense is in chains
Is it necessary to kill
In the hopeless search for faith?