歌词
Suffering is our cross to bear, for we pray to the statue of Dolos
As we beg at the feet of Apate, they mock us from their golden throne
Take for themselves the fruit of our labour
Breaking our back for the gods of deceit
Filling their pockets, creating illusions
We are so blind by our faith in the good of the Gods
Nothing but deceit and fakery, pitting us against each other
Polarized our state of mind, to make us servants of your laws
Paying coin and loyalty, harvesting our investment
For your own gain, for your own wealth, creating illusions
We are so blind by our faith in the good of the Gods
We fear their wrath, we fear their punishment
They fear our strength in numbers
From above they watch, as we crawl and beg
Like a beast at their feet
Waiting for a crumb, a glance at the table
To be seated at their side
Unlike Prometheus, their mastery is our shame
We fear their wrath, we fear their punishment
They fear our strength in numbers
From above they watch, as we crawl and beg
Like a beast at their feet
Waiting for a crumb, a glance at the table
To be seated at their side