Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caged into Falsehood, artist - Hour of Penance. Album song Paradogma, in the genre
Date of issue: 29.03.2010
Record label: Unique Leader
Song language: English
Caged into Falsehood |
Prophets of an undisplayed faith |
Put crowns of thorns on the heads if the feebles |
Enclosures for rational thought |
The unique hope |
To deny the deceivers |
Blessed shall be by concreteness the |
Wicked minds |
As it’ll be blown away all |
Distortions by a wind of right |
Fed shall be with knowledges |
The human kind |
Till it’ll be shown, to every one it’s empiric life |
Slaves on fabrications |
Survive in the gloom of |
Lie aiming a false salvation |
All that you believe is what they created |
To give the last hope of infinity and you |
Waste your existence |
In a useless redemption |
There’s no heaven for the dead |
Chaining your forces they live a |
Condition of idleness and earthly |
Paradise |
While you are dependent on what they invented |
A puppet moved by falsely sacred wires |
Truth mystification |
Shrouded on the human |
Sight hiding their low corruption |
Victims of a unjustified fear |
Spread in the minds |
With their insidious methods |
Obscuring all the ways of truth |
The unique god, to adore |
To believe in |
Dry as the desert sand is the mind of the ones |
That forever serve |
Where the knowledge stream |
Has drained away by the hypnotic warmth of |
Ignorance that stuns the men |
Lost among the dunes sentenced to the bitter end… |
Dead before the decease |
Controlled robbed of your |
Will reduced to a silent servant |
All that you believe is what they |
Created to give the last hope of infinity and |
To waste your existence |
In a useless redemption |
There’s no heaven for the dead |
Chaining your forces they live |
A condition of idleness |
And earthly paradise while you are |
Dependent on what they invented |
A puppet moved by falsely sacred wires |
Sick of unknown disease |
Hold by the tentacles of the |
Dread condemned |
To a slavish-existence |
Blessed shall be by concreteness |
The wicked minds |
As it’ll be blown away all distortions |
By a wind of right |
Fed shall be with knowledges the human kind |
Till it’ll be shown, to everyone it’s empiric life |