This is obsidian The grip of winter unkind Devil will follow Be cast out and sworn to the dark Take the road where devils speak God is dead, God is dead
Throw out the darkness Inside you, telling you now Senses corrupted Controlling a poisonous will Take the road where devils speak God is dead, God is dead
In the corner of my eye Demon fades from the hole
Led the blind Search you'll find A pathway to the sun Saw the signs Intertwined Forgave me all my sins Why, Why Oh, stigmas revealing our vices And oh, oh, stigmas revealing our vices