Текст песни Obsession - Бремя богов

Forced to bear the burden of the gods
For every pair of hands there is a pair of shackles
The poor in spirit , the tribe of slaves
For every pair of hands there is a pair of shackles

In a land of hospitable
From images of alien was created
From the very nature of betrothed
Ruler of the things he considered himself

But corruptible and weak was he weaved
From anger to the delight of the gods
His arrogance and ignorance
Not knowing myself, built Temple