Never shall you
Speak my name,
In my demise.
No hands are clean,
I can see right through your veil.
Your masquerade
Is f*cking pointless.
Let's admit.
You're looking all the same!
Innocence -
Is not of your intent.
It's over, you know it.
You're holding the last of it.
It's over, you know it.
You're holding on to nothing.
The current, is flooding
Your house of God.
Show no mercy,
To the wicked one.
Seeking absolution,
In his gun.
My hands ain't clean,
I have no wish to pretend.
Your masquerade
Is a waste of time.
Seeking my hands,
To swing a sword,
In your name.
A cause, a cancer,
That I can't survive.
You're looking all the same,
To be true.
Innocence -
Is not of your intent.
You're looking all the same,
To be true.
Do not forget -
Justice won't ...
Show no mercy,
To the wicked one.
Seeking absolution,
In his gun.
Bridge:
In your hands,
Life seems like
Nothing to me.
Bow your head.
Repent so i may
Drive my sword
Through the back
Of your neck.
In pyres, your empires
Burns to the ground.
An eye an eye,
Who's the wicked one now?
Repent, as I drive my sword through Your neck.
Show no mercy,
To the wicked one.
Seeking absolution,
In his gun.
Show no mercy,
To the wicked one.
Seeking absolution,
In his gun.
No don't show mercy,
To the wicked one.
Show no mercy