Sons of dust believe in afterlife
They can't believe there's nothing after death
Men can't accept the very concept of nothingness
So they feel like caged animals
Every man has an inner need to believe in immortality
And for this since the dawn of time he's falling between the nails of illusion
Every man has the inner need to hang on to immortality
Not to fall into despair and to deal with the fear of the unknown
How can they believe in the existence of light or other deceits
When every day thousands of vultures wait for our blood and flesh to feast
Lonely in our minds, our thoughts wander
Without finding the sanctuary of illusions
But they found the dark throne of the God of pain
Every man has an inner need to believe in immortality
And for this since the dawn of time he's falling into the clutches of the priests
Every man has the inner need to hang on to immortality
Not to fall into despair and to deal with the fear of the unknown
Every man has an inner need to believe in immortality
And for this since the dawn of time he's falling between the nails of illusion
Every man has the inner need to hang on to immortality
Not to fall into despair and to deal with the fear of the unknown
