And an army of demons will stand before you They will wait until fear eats away at your insides Fear will come like fog It will wrap you in a veil of embrace It will drag you to the bottom of the abyss You will see faces that were once angels Eyes that passed you by every day And you will weep bitterly The stain will remain with them like a mark What was stained will be defiled What was noble will receive generous gifts And you will look again at the hordes of demons You will understand the meaning of the immortality of mystery Evil will devour its children Is faith always the fruit of the fear of God?