Fledhed and unfettered The blest angel-beast Greets now the dawn of its will The shadows of sour Superstition retreat The church-bell is silent and still
Overlasting the faith To our spiritual freedom Washed clean of The false approbation
Strong are the marks That shine on our skin Faintly the doubt in our hearts
Godless hordes of darkened lands -Non serviam Open the gates of revelation -Non serviam Godless hordes of darkened lands -Non serviam Open the gates of revelation -Non serviam
So after these aeons Of futile suppression You too have to Accept what we are
Strong are the marks That shine on our skin Faintly the doubt in our hearts
Where briars of bashfulness Once choked the path We tread now without holy chains No more do we strangle Ourselves with restrictions We've handed each other the reins
Non serviam! Those of heaven have to creep! Non serviam! We are godless and proud of it!