Forkladd gud (The Disguised God), Op. 24: Narration: Husbonden ma vi prisa sall... [We must joyfully praise the master...] - Vad faller over traden... [What kind of silver glow...] [Soprano, Chorus]

歌詞

What kind of god is senseless and weak A product of mans own disease Tormenting with lust, hatred and envy A product of weakness that is worshipped daily Funeral full of enemies Watch the family gather stones Funeral full of enemies Victimised I'm left alone What kind of god would just overlook this What kind of god is just simply so sick What kind of god could we put our thrust in What kind of god is so ruthless and vain Funeral full of enemies The finger points to only one Funeral full of enemies They shift the blame to only one What kind of god would just overlook this What kind of god is just simply so sick What kind of god could we put our thrust in What kind of god is so ruthless and vain Funeral full of enemies Watch the family gather stones Funeral full of enemies Victimised I'm left alone What kind of god would just overlook this What kind of god is just simply so sick What kind of god could we put our thrust in What kind of god is so ruthless and vain