歌词
Grab the flesh with the gnashing teeth
Search the insides of the dying beast
From the book of Enoch to the Bible codes
We'll spend our final days still looking for that gold
Once we find it, how will we know?
Will it cleanse the rot from our souls?
Will it help to save us from the fires below?
Throw the stones and smash the citadels
Search the ruins of the fort that failed
From the book of Enoch to the Bible codes
We'll spend our final days still looking for that gold
And once we find it, how will we know?
Will it cleanse the rot from our souls?
Will it help to save us from the fires below?
Trying to hold what slips through hands
Like using a sieve to move the sands
Over, under, inside, and out
A fanatic zeal erases any burden of doubt
In quest for the blood of Christ
Perish beyond the blade of our knife
Trying to ensure life without end
Living in fear of committing mortal sin
Mortal sin
Mortal sin
Mortal sin
Cut down all the forest trees
Search the rise and fall, what's now seen
From the book of Enoch to the Bible codes
We'll spend our final days still looking for that gold
And once we find it, how will we know?
Will it help to teach us the gifts bestowed?
And we pray
And we pray
Take the pick and drive it to the soil
Dig with our hands till we find that oil
Marching forward, face obscured by all that's wrong
For at the end of the day, the land and gold are still fused as one
