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      They're preaching the words of Christ   They're looking for a better control   Preaching the words of Christ   They're looking for, looking for a better control   Who created the gods?