In our light of heavenly gold
We preach for the unforgiving

In our hands we hold the book
That cleanses all the sinning

In our vision of the deed
That forecast the evil to hell

The eyes of the gods are blinded
That the unforgiving is us as well

Behind the gates that are forever closed
Locked and thus in disrepair

The hidden minds are equally cold
And the sorrowful cries they do not hear

Should we prevent the soulless from living
And instead torture them in apathy

In the hell the book called justice
We are also the ones who have done the deed

So in the light we declare superior
We must not ignore the forgotten

And open the dying charity
That this dead world is not forsaken

Let us not be blinded
And call ourselves the gods

We are more than solid minds
Remember, it is the road humanity we all trod