My Dying Faith - The Golem Lyrics

Shaped from piles of loam, I was created to serve
Not made of flesh and blood, I lack compassion and a heart
Activated by a piece of chit with your desire
Designed to execute for your task I walk through fire
No one that has ever seen me is alive to tell my tale
In my hands even the strongest men seem oh so frail
Your wish is my command
I, bringer of doom
For my targets I am just a shadow in the night
Petrified you look into my rigid eyes before you die
Man made of clay
Bringer of doom
Accused of atrocities I protect my people from the purge
Pursued for centuries I'm here to wipe you off the earth
No rest until my work is done I operate like a machine
Give me the order and I will destroy the whole regime
The answer to your prayers is a paper in my mouth
Give me their names and I will go and wipe them out