Father
How long since you last confession
I've never confess
What troubles you, child?
Forgive me father
For I will sin...
Let me take you to your somberland father
Let me atone for your sins
Put an end to your crusades and all your holy wars
That you're fighting still
Getting rid the world of all your cancerous intent
Making you pay
It is time for Insurrection
It's my duty to make sure you fail
Prune - fathers of war
With too much power
The list of sins is long
And the devil would be proud
You shall serve absolution
With your life
For your penance you'll suffer
For all time
Time to nail the usurper
To the cross
To get free from your nuisance
Then you die
And you act a lesser vessel of your stale god
To procure your wealth
Open the the doors to your communion
To the weak in need of a helping hand
Their beliefs are based on everything that makes you stronger
Credulity reign
It is time for Insurrection
I'll be sated when I have you dead
Time to let our faith regrow
Much easier to just let go
We've been watching as you traded welfare for riches
Gold and silver that've bought you repression since ancient Rome
Prune - offerings of war
Now the sheep is you
Insurrection of beliefs
As we discrown
You shall serve absolution
With your life
For your penance you'll suffer
For all time
Time to nail the usurper
To the cross
Insurrection non grata
Still you die
Prune - offerings of war
Now the sheep is you
Insurrection of beliefs
As we do discrown
Fathers of war
With too much power
The list of sins is long
And the devil would be proud