Sin of Kain - Paradox of Fear In the fragrant cloud of dark They pray for a faceless, named God With struggling tongues and hips Sealed against the enemy of Apocalypse For Hell lays done, hell is their home Bittersweet home of fear and scorn Where they hear just their own tongue And blinded they'll fall one by one Built in paradox of fear and the name, they've made shall be forgotten one day when one's going to be the god of real A hidden animal rips the flesh of pleague, sodomy and death human hearts with opened breasts a mirrored wolf-face you couldn't sense In the swirling stench of dark we pray for a nameless face of god mute prayers we create as a spark but the same words do we say it's not