'The cursed is the mutant. The mutant. The enemy. Not only of the human race but of all the species God had decreed. The seed of the Devil within trying unflaggingly, eternally, to come to fruition in order that it might destroy the divine order and turn our land, the stronghold of God's will upon earth, into a lewd chaos like the fringes.'

I can't recall a night like this. Now all has gone amiss
In the silence, there's no peace. Only fear that cannot cease

Don't tell me I'm alone in nothingness
In my mind an approaching shape calls me on again
With no hope I stumble on. I can only pray they were wrong
The Badlands loom ahead. Dark and unknown. Deep and wild

Driven out with no return
Deviation our only crime
Their time will come in its turn
Pride, hatred United into one
Nothing changes. A creed I've seen before
And now, in squalor, two brothers reap what they've sown
When, all of a sudden, silver threads begin to fall

Watch thou for the mutant. The Devil is the father of Deviation
Keep pure the stock of the Lord. In purity our salvation
The norm is the will of God. Blessed is the norm.
Watch thou for the mutant!
They descended from the sky
Slowly strangling all life
Beyond our darkest hope

They came. So far away. And changed our lives
When they brought us home. Not our own
A memory from my childhood dreams
We live again!