Puppets of an old broken existence Gathered to cry and exalt the almighty Worshipping as they seek the golden key To enter the heavens to be free of all sins Symbols reversed inner conflict Multitude stalking the cycle is broken A religious bomber came to pray Walls of temples fall Upon masses who bow Altars of shame now burnt Symbols of scum held high Penitent cries as the pale horse rides A sudden explosion decimates the crowd Decimated procession useless devotion walking aligned into the wind