the village was plundered
the harvest destroyed
the peasants were tortured
young girls raped and slain

futures erased
and homes set ablaze
this is a scene of horror
this is the devil's place

over carnage and misery towers the cathedral
proudly, and it's glory's beyond death and upheaval

dim and golden light from candles and stained glass
wrong is turned to right and worldly sorrows pass

walking through the nave sunk in deep devotion
away from fights and fate and rage you're finding consolation

again pillage and plunder
you're taking revenge
arson and slaughter
torture and pain

"Stab the kids, rape their mothers,
hang or quarter their fathers -
'cause we are the good ones,
and they are the others!"

your guilt drives you to confess, do penance, and to sacrifice
receive the absolution to be sure of the paradise

the wrong ones have won
your castle was conquered
your empire has gone
you were put in chains,
thrown into the dungeon,
and left there to rot
you've been a believer -
but where is your God?