God smiles down upon his sheep The shepherd reeks of sins of flesh They take their places on their knees Ejaculating he deems them blessed Rarity among the abused A sheep is turned, A wolf is born The perversion of divinity, begat the deeds of brutal blasphemy
Spineless men deserve no spines Their god died on the cross So shall they all
Retribution Spine by spine Trophies of the deceased Splinters in the cross
To summon vengeance, to take heart of grace Forced upon the altar - laid to waste To see a monster born of betrayed faith Spineless corpses take the fathers' place
Crushing skulls, purging spines Bloodletting of the holy man Men of god who fuck their sheep Crushed by the left hand There is no god on this plain That is more real than death No salvation or conciliation Just wasted prayers of dying breath
God turns his back on the freak The shepherd reeks of fear and sweat He begs for mercy on his knees To end this nightmare, he would be blessed The wolf triumphant bears his teeth And reaps the harvest of his vengeance He tears the spine from the priest Taking its place on the cross
Retribution Spine by spine Trophies of the deceased Splinters in the cross
Retribution Spine by spine Monument of blasphemy Martyrs of corruption
To see a monster born of betrayed faith A monument of blasphemy Spineless corpses take the fathers' place There is no god, on this plane That is more real than death No salvation or conciliation Just wasted prayers of dying breathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
