Now it's time for
A substitution
A new grace will
Shine on all
The flock is fleeing
And their petition
Will not be heard in
Broken halls
No redemption
And no atonement
For the sins that
You confess
No more prayers
No more masses
God is dead now
Praise the horns
Gardens on fire
The bells toll for you
The shelter of saints
Is no longer sacred
Cathedrals in ruins
Inversed crucifixions
Eden is lying in ashes
What will you say
When you meet him
In the shadows
Of Sheol
Will your words be
Void of meaning
Void of reason
Or control
Speak your mind now
To the Devil
Or be lost in
Empty halls
No more gravestones
No forgiveness
God is dead now
Praise the horns
Gardens on fire
The bells toll for you
The shelter of saints
Is no longer sacred
Cathedrals in ruins
Inversed crucifixions
Eden is lying in ashes