This trail is obsidian, the grip of winter uncoiled A lover would follow me, cast down and sworn to the dark Take the road where devils speak "God is dead" God is dead ♪ The wealth of darkness inside you, telling you "now" Your senses corrupted, controlling a poisonous will Take the road where devils speak "God is dead" God is dead ♪ In the corner of my eye Tearing flesh from bone ♪ Led the blind in search to find A pathway to the sun Saw the signs intertwine Forgave me of all my sins Why? Why? No stigmas revealing our vices And there are no stigmas revealing our vices ♪ God is dead God is dead