Esclavos de la Fe

Slaves of Faith
Slaves of faith

Dragging the sentence with the shackle around the neck,
Slave of prayers, tormenting litanies.
You sinners, crawl, martyr yourselves,
Before power-thirsty oligarchs.
Now Calvary is a den of thieves
Harlots and beggars.

The redeemer is a Christ painted on the wall
Toppling idols to replace them with others.

This inert vision is what inspires your damn faith.

Who gives you the power to judge?
Who gives you the power to forgive?
Who gives you the power to execute?
Who gives you the power to condemn?

Chorus.
Slaves, slaves, slaves of faith (x2)

What a damn obsession
You have in your rotten mind,
Celebrating year after year a torture;
Forced to bow your head
Before monoliths
Brought from the other side of the sea.

Religion and madness go hand in hand.
Damn blessing, damn redemption.

Waiting for the beautiful blue sky
Divine castles, absent gods,
Clerics filling their coffers with tithes
While their parishioners die of hunger.

Chorus.