Panacea - Deivos

I curse the world ruled by strange Gods

Under the cover of love I sow the seed of chaos

Willingly I will not let cramp myself up in the yoke of faith

My thought is not striving for stars

I walk through the path where Yahweh has no more power

I leave nostalgia of life after life behind

I will find the remedy in myself

Blasphemy as panacea for the epidemic of faith

Skepticism is my shield against doctrines

Bitter tormentor, how many years more

Your manna is not for me

Your Ark is not for me

Your judgments, your paradises, your hells

The blood-shaded, human hecatomb, child’s sacrifice, all went to waste

From love you stand far away to righteousness, your hand doesn’t reach

Sacrifice executed, God s pathology

Even your sentiment for you is dead

As a withered leaf you will fall into oblivion

The seed of hypocrisy will not find fertile soil

When I humiliate you and smother you to the end

My remedy for soul disease

Your manna is not for me

Your Ark is not for me

Your judgments, your paradises, your hells

Worships of dead, testimonies of contempt

Vanity of minds hunched by dictate of Trinity

I am liberated, from my dream awaken

From eyes and ears the peals of superstition has fallen off

Blasphemy as the panacea for the epidemic of faith

Skepticism is my shield against doctrines

Do this in a remembrance of him