Blood, blood, blood
Drips the colour red
They who have killed all gods
Save themselves
Drowns the masses in silent waves
Those who do not mourn the loss
But give thunderous applause
To the slaughter of themselves

Those who are free in body
Are chained in mind
Yet know nothing of their shackles
They Shoutout
Glory! glory! Glory!
While they themselves are slaughtered.
Their blood fills the streets
For the colour red still reigns
And ignorance remains.

They who have killed God
Worship themselves.
While others do the same,
And shout out
Death! Death! Death!
This beast they have tried to tame
Only grows.
Though still the red river flows.

Now the beast outnumbers them
But they themselves do not know that they are the only monsters
And the beast is innocent of blood.
Torn apart yet still growing
They cannot stop the beast.
For it is good and they are evil.
The beast primeval.

They who shout out
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Have turned the prayers into prey.
And kneel before new gods
For the one killed for them
They refuse to serve
Driven by lust
And void of trust.

Now they have come to the final place
Their river has become an ocean
The prayers are slain
And the colour red reigns.