You are as good as dead
No one is safe until the bastard's final breath
If all hope lies in sanctity, we will never be free
Another life taken, a room fit for lies
If this is what's meant to be, I want nothing of it
So alone, we wait for destruction
We are at fault for our own misjudgments
I hope you're fucking proud
Burn
lying on your back, stricken with disease
you pray that your god will ease your pain
you're convinced that you are next in line
to feel the grace of your mighty king
the source of your suffering,
the cause for your tears
the only thing keeping you living in fear
Thousands of years of genocide
In the name of the holy ghost
Our time has come to arise from the depths
Set your bastard god aflame!