Dividement de Bethzaida

Divine intervention is only a dream
you give up your lives and follow the stream
i saw the prophet, preaching his lies
i heard him beg for mercy the moment he died
under many moons i looked for you
under many names i sought for you
i never found you, it's a minor loss
i denied, saw you die upon the cross
the dividement
Thousands of years they've been preaching your lie
giving people a reason to die
and on my death-bed, i do not complain
because you were a servant of darkness, which held you enslaved
a smile on my lips, now pass on
bring on your heritage, like father like son
a testimony of the evil of man
and in my eternal sleep i will never see your face again