The Chain of Superstitions Lyrics

One night in my sanctum
Lightless eyes
A breeze flows
I lean on this ancient wall
And they seem to talk to me
The plants on the wall

Faith is born
By the gold made of superstition
Famine and poverty roam across the land
The faith , feeds on our blood
The wealth that alters the mankind

As I lust to taste them
And stare deep into the old moon
The moon that has seen , hoards of people die
The shadow of death falls on the moon
And its light, on people

The darker fate shall be written
As death cometh closer
And the questions left unsolved
Oh! the midnight moon

Faith is born
By the gold made of superstition
Famine and poverty roam across the land
The faith , feeds on our blood
The wealth that alters the mankind

Who's the lord of this world?
Who's the omnipotent king?
And how pleasant the humanity burns
How glorious , heaven and hell are being made

Life end , at the grip of death
A breeze flows
Taking all hopes with it
All shall fall

Faith is born
By the gold made of superstition
Famine and poverty roam across the land
The faith , feeds on our blood
The wealth that alters the mankind

Seize all your endeavors
See , the nature of existence
Seize all your endeavors