Crossbearer

(альбом: Beyond Hypothermia - 1998)

Tear it from its cross
Shake it to pieces
Scream demon wind into its ears
I'm not getting an answer
How can you be so fucking real?

Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment
Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness or kindness
Crossbearer, crossbearer

Holy wars, dying in the name of God, the right to be minimized
Under the rule of the unseen greatness
And a book of superstitions to live by

I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol
And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for myself
Proving my existence without this form of worship

So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship, or kill me in the
Name of God
The name of God
So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship, or kill me in the
Name of God
(The name of God)
In the name of God
The name of fucking God
In the name of fucking God

I only understand its hate
The skin underneath a mask of statements, shallow actions
Holy wars, dying in the name of God, the right to be minimized
Under the rule of the unseen greatness
A book of superstitions to live by, all living blind

Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment
Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness or kindness
Crossbearer, crossbearer

I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol
And yet I dream