Quest of the Traitors

It's all so tender
It's all so great
You, humble worshippers dressed in gold and velvet

They serve our causes
They find us pain
To feed our holy hearts again

Make them believe they're nothing
They don't deserve their lives
And they will turn to puppets
Blind to see our disguise

It's all so tender
It's all so great
You, humble worshippers dressed in gold and velvet