Who are these gods who speak of justice bright, While in their names they darken truth with lies? They build them temples reaching for the light, Yet bathe in blood before the people’s eyes. It’s hatred that unites them in the flame, Not love for others — only fear and blame. Verse 2 Faith is such a strange and restless beast, It feeds itself in many twisted ways. It knows no cure, no recipe for peace, Devours all without a hint of grace. Alas, beyond the boundaries of the clan, A righteous cause turns evil in man. Chorus Oh God, I do not hold a grudge with You, But with the ones who shout out in Your name. They raise their arms, preach holy wars as true, Marching crusades in piety and flame. Verse 3 At the crossing of a lonely road, A mage once whispered quietly to me, “In the far-off twenty-first century, Nothing will be solved, you’ll see. They’ll tear each other more and more, Believing death will open heaven’s door.”