Amon Amarth. Surtur Rising. Slaves Of Fear. Zeneszám

They speak of love and tolerance, and thrive on people's ignorance to make you all slaves of fear.
They feed on your anxiety, to build their dead society, They kept you down for a thousand years.
They nurture, break, with death and hate, to them their wars that they create, in the name of what ever god.
They gladly sacrifice your life, increasing power is their vice, with out repentance, they will spill your blood
They're feeding you lies, with calculated smiles, We'll enslave them, wrap the human mind
We're strong as you get, to never fall again, religion! is what makes you cry.
The treaty you despite those fools! They use you as a being of tools, it's hard to say, your spirit's real
This world we can not tolerate, it's time to seal the preacher's fate, and let them hang from Odin's tree!
Your life's gone astray, for me it's just the change, They lock you up and throw away the key!
Your soul is now for sale, and your the one to pay, but still your never be set free!
They're feeding you lies, with calculated smiles, We'll enslave them, wrap the human mind
We're strong as you get, to never fall again, religion! is what makes you cry