Текст песни Pantera - My Demons Be Driven

Serving the faith, abduction the oath
it lie in wait for the offering.
Religion is old, for drawing the young,
purity withers and dies.
Never return to the ones that provided,
children draining parents of will.
I hold out my hand to bloodless child,
I'm taken by the one I was saving, from death.

By demons be driven
Beckon the call

With decline in mind, end not far,
we're left hanging alone here.
He pulls us from nails, shatters our bones,
leaving us crip, pled and strewn.
Boiling my corpse in the blood of his children,
praying for his god to prevail.
Burying us with loved ones,
to sleep with shelled children of the sixth dimension.