All bonds that God ties Man is master to tear apart All crop on God's made land Man is master to sow and reap All deaths worms die Man is master to engineer And the bliss of freedom glimmers like gold Empty the cast, melt the mold
The worms of God
We've torn away Your spear God This is sacrament to show it It's the bread of liberation And the wine of celebration In the gloam of gluttony, lust takes its toll Its hold is stronger than of the Gods of old
