Banned to the holy mountains across the valley of the swamp The most crooked martyrs annihilated ones Was it an angel or was it god was it a sin galore at jezebel's knot So malicious so divine bunnies of the rabble tyrant of the mind Irony of boredom take a beating for a ghost When all is gone but the poison we become the antidote Was it an angel or was it god was it a sin galore at jezebel's knot So malicious so divine bunnies of the rabble tyrant of the mind God forsake em all from the hideous freedom to the rise and fall Rot in your demise it takes a backboned beast to get out alive God forsake em all from the hideous freedom to the rise and fall Rot in your demise it takes a backboned beast to get out alive To the holy mountains down the valley of swamps Of all crooked martyrs annihilated ones