Forked Tongue

Bent on hatred
Silence the forked tongue
It won’t change us
We’re proud to be infidels
You have no room to judge
Malevolent spirit
When your world is dripping with blood
A stranger to love
Bent on hatred
Silence the forked tongue
It won’t change us
We’re proud to be infidels
When death means more than life
Ignorant martyr
Then fantasy has taken the place of a righteous change
Righteous change
What does it take to reason with insanity
What does it take to pacify the savagery
The forked tongue spitting all it’s venom at me
What does it take to wipe away the misery
(What does it take, what does it take)
The dark ages are upon us again
(What does it take, what does it take)
The forked tongue must be silenced
Give us freedom from the demons
Demons