Idolatry Songtext
von Countess

You mark me an idolater
Heathen, pagan, fetishist
You don′t see a human being
But a barbaric Antichrist
Safe inside your ivory tower
Of holiness and intolerance
Trapped inside a maze of lies
Such pathetic arrogance

What makes your god the only god
And mine revolting pagan idols?
What makes your altar a sacred place
And mine a scene of horrible rites?
You eat your god you cannibal
So why don't you look at yourself
Your god a carpenter nailed to wood
If that′s not an idol then what is?


You don't really believe your lies,
Deep down human you are still
You need your holy fantasy
But strength not from within brings chains
You are created in the image of your god
But do you think that he grows old?
You claim you talk to your god
But do you think the almighty listens?

My gods are so different
They are in my blood
They do not enslave me
Like your tyrant god

My gods are companions
On the solitary path called life
They come when I call
Support me in my strife

I hail to them in my glory
Entrust them with my pain
Call them graven images
Your proselytism is in vain