Unrelenting, their endeavour to rule lives

Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more

Narrow minded mercenaries, slave traders, soul collectors

Send a promise of destruction to those who will not kneel

Derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubts


But there are so many things I hold beyond their reach

The doom you promised me may come, I'm not afraid

You cannot save me

I am the counterweight

No need to save me; for I'm the counterweight


And I will grieve no more, I will die no more