Panacea Lyrics

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