Creating Gods

An evil dream did not let me sleep

I saw myself sitting in a burning chair

My wounds start bleeding again

I wanted to touch the moon

A journey to the stars for very last time

Creating Gods

In your illusions

Creating Gods

Nailed to the cross

Creating Gods

In your redemption

Creating Gods

Nailed to the cross

Some black ravens flying over me

Lacerating my face

I hear voices out of the darkness

The black riders are awake again

Creating Gods

In your illusions

Creating Gods

Nailed to the cross

Creating Gods

In your redemption

Creating Gods

Nailed to the cross

Whipped by the wind

Blinded by hate

With their hate the storm will come

With the death the end of all days is near

Winds wakes me up

Bloody snow is falling

My veins are frozen

Blood turns into ice

I can see them

They are waiting for me

Creating Gods

In your illusions

Creating Gods

Nailed to the cross

Creating Gods

In your redemption

Creating Gods

Nailed to the cross