Who Created The Gods? Lyrics - Alastis

They're afraid 

Afraid of the truth 

Afraid of doubts 

Afraid of differences 

Poor souls, betrayed by the picture they've done of evil 

Convinced by their peers, they acceded to the top 

And now they're afraid of their power 

They haven't got the grit to tell us the truth 

About the nothingness, the full reality 

How we were betrayed 

How we were guided according to the prophet's words 

Who created the gods? 

Grow and propagate 

They need your innocence 

Master, master or destroy 

They'll give you the reason 

Grow and propagate 

They need more greenest 

Master, master or destroy 

They'll give you the laws 

Before they were able to read in their heart 

Before they knew, they believed in us