Texty:
Mystifier

When I close my eyes. A voice resounds in my mind. Kill. Kill. Thou shalt kill. You were born to kill. This is the time to face my fate. Knives, guns

The pale figure of the holy bastard. Bleeds on the cross. It is the root of all evil. Feel its stink on the cross. A false martyr paying for our sins.

Superstitions remained for centuries. Journey into men' fears. The darkest hallucinations of the middle ages. Still burns in the witches' hearts. Soothsayers

Open the gates of the graveyard. Where corpses rest like layers. In glorious flying thunder comes the courier of death. Moor his black horse's tail. Around

Why does religion need the darkness to shine?. Does fear feed the Devil or the human mind?. There's no god above us or below us. Deny Jesus Christ and

Waiting for centuries the coming of the godsend. To restore the temple and the faith in the land. No turning his face, no forgiving the enemies. People

A river separates the living world from the dead world. I'm the one who ferries the souls onto underworld. Mention river's name in vain... Drink the water

there are two ways according to the laws of the universe one starts when the another ends one is limited and the another is unlimited you just know the

of religious disorders has ruined the world. Condemn any slavemaster who try to oppress the human mind. Demystifying. No god has the power to create men. Mystifying