Secrets - God Module

A long lost tradition existing through the ages

Of monsters made and superstitions born

Behind closed doors lies the work of our creators

Sorrow turned to joy as the weak are deformed

What happens next is a mystery

The only answer lies in the deep of the sea

Recreate the code to change our destiny

Singing «There's no life, no death… just me»

Hidden away in an unmarked tomb

Behind secret symbols and forgotten runes

The all-seeing eye misses nothing down here

The order kept alive through magic and fear

We are the disappearing keepers of the mystery

Poison your heart with the salt of the sea

Changing the code to write out own destiny

Singing «There's no heaven, no hell… just me»

Templar, secular, false prophets

A masonic throne made of prosthetic limbs

We change all the names of the dying kings

And we memorize the words to the songs they sing