(Music: Bergholtz, Dinsdale, Svensson) (Lyrics: Dinsdale, Svensson) Gather me courage and gather me strength to find the infinite source of disdain To sip its fluid, a bittersweet taste beyond the candescent vaults of disgrace Enslaved and weak I worship thee you are my master you made me meek Enslaved and weak I worship thee you are my master, command me a deed Summon the masses and walk through the fire Through hypnotic flames of a funeral pyre Driven by lashes from the hands of a liar they enter the flames that has built his empire Enslaved and weak I worship thee you are my master you made me meek A witness to an act of macabre obscenities standing surrounded by a crowd of imbecility Their hope it has left they realize they've failed soon they'll be crawling the path of the nailed Enslaved and weak I worship thee you are my master you made me meek Summon the masses and walk through the fire Through hypnotic flames of a funeral pyre Driven by the lashes of a liar they enter the flames that has built his empire The symbol of light will serve as my knife to slit my veins and let out my life to release my cage trapped soul Emptied on fluid my shell goes cold