With my own hands I will tear Heaven from the sky
A war upon the holy, my path of deicide
No judge, no jury, executed for your lies
No salvation
Only your damnation
Enemy of man
Burn to dust
Holy land
Your temple left in ruin
Your thrown engulfed in flame
Blood will fall from the clouds like acid rain and flood the seas
Nourishing the earth with all your pain and misery
With my own hands I will tear Heaven from the sky
A war upon the holy, my path of deicide
No judge, no jury, executed by my fury
You are not our father
You are not our savior
You are not our father
Just a voice inside their heads
You are not our savior
Rot upon your crucifix
Dead children and disease
You could have saved us all with ease
War started by men with greed
You've never answered any prayers or pleas
Enemy of man
Burn to dust
Holy land