Behind The Mask

The fear above the unknown.
Temptation to believe.
Faith in the religions.
Grap souls like a thief.
To pray means to obey.
Faith in the religions.

Like a paralysed dancer, like a silent poet.
People try to break the chains of lies.

A way to control the bodies
And souls was always the hope.
To get delivered from the sins we used to do.
But who dares to say what's right or wrong
In the deeds we've done.

A friend or a foe.

They wanted to crucified strangers.
Men and women who came to love.
Innocent into the danger.

"La chat ouvres mon coer on montrera mon cenotaphe"
She wrote with blood on the wall.
Without love.
The cat was white before she died.
A sign of flesh and blood.

All cathedrals will burn down.
The pope will be a clown.
A dream of the anti-christ.
A requiem echoes from mighty calls,
Through empty halls.
You can not substitute with your angry fist.

Who dare to risk a life who walk on a knife.
Look behind the mask and you will see.
Who lied in different ways who siad jbey.
Look behind the mask and you will see.

The men which wrote the values down
When honour stood over life,
Burnt lost women for standing on their rights.
The cult of blood and land
Stood in the way of a kind hand.

Power and holy wars.
Religions mighty sword.
The spirit died.
Faded and cried.
Who is supposed to say
I am the right long way.

Who dare to risk a life wjo walk on a knife.
Look behind the mask and you will see.