There's a crossfire in Eden For the ones born blameless Destroying the cosmos of virgins On their way to holy salvation Give all you own to the trinity Sins are made for forgiveness Sell your soul for eternal peace And promises of purification Religion sells but nobody's buying When we are addicted and enslaved to faith Oppression kills the sense of life When we are addicted and enslaved to faith To obey moralistic ethics Is a way to cover up reality In a cloak of secrets so dark Safe and hidden from the sane eyes What will become of the sinners Who can no longer be free souls Bitter men subdued and growing weary From the womb to the tomb Angels of enforcement, regret and obey Angels of enforcement, thy shall see Untold deeds of your past life Act as the strangling confession grip In your darkest moment of need They strike like lashes of the whip