Flourish hatred
For honor and glory
In ancient one was wise
Devised a tale to stray humankind
That follows blind
No questions asked
In faith they spread despair
In the name of this disease
Wicked poets in awe on corpses
And dead men tell no tale
Holy war
Rivers bleed and crosses sing
Young and weak on a string
Soiled beyond belief they vanish in the stream
Their heroes, their crimes
Oblivion
They are oblivious
They are oblivion
They are, they are, they are human
Proud hypocrites are spurning, chewing out divergence
Incorrigible complex of inferior blades
Insured the sheep don't know insurgence
As they are inbred maggots left of the crusades
Rejoice this faith's survival
Disfigured, distorted, developed
By twisted shadows
Disintegrate
Abuse of all insentience
O holy sire
O holy sire
Freak
It's a freak show
The clowns that wash their sins for inner peace
In bliss promote ignorance, a legend born of genocide
There is no purgatory, heaven, Eden after life
Bitch we'll all rot in hell, we fucked up from day one and on
They and their ridiculous reverence of a corpse
How ironic their symbol is one of death
These necrophiles are long lost in their wrongs
But they keep on dancing to the reaper's songs
In the reaper's songs
Everything divine will fall
And everything sacred ruins itself
So what is sacred if not life
We turned in an endless strife
Ungrateful ignorants until
Everything we've seen is lost
And turned to dust