You prophesize the end of everything
And you beg for it with such heavenly pleasure
Your hungry eyes look to god himself
To destroy his supposedly pure and perfect creation
Strike me down
I'd rather die than submit
To your empty nothingness
Strike me down
I'd rather die than submit
To your sacred callousness
Dead gods make such shallow graves
Dead gods make such shallow graves
Blessed are the children in their sights
Even when they beg to not die of starvation
Your hungry eyes look on with disgust
As your liars tome will justify your own abomination
Bathe in the blood of the lamb
Drown in the red with the damned
Strike me down
I'd rather die than submit
To your empty nothingness
Strike me down
I'd rather die than submit
To your sacred callousness
Dead gods make such shallow graves
Dead gods make such shallow graves"