Feeble and weak they gather together,
Unaware of their imminent death
Lambs to the slaughter, so helpless, so frail
Cries of salvation ignored

One by one they enter the chamber,
This beautiful palace of death
Their pain is our pleasure, their torment, our gain
Here they will breathe their last breath - dying

Their bodies infected, their blood polluted
With the hypocrisy known as their god
For this they shall learn is the most vicious crime
To believe in this counterfeit fraud

Flesh now ablaze, the stench fills the air
The souls of the hapless are lost
Victory is outs, the meek and the modest
Die in the christian holocaust

Fear swarms in their hearts,
Affliction tears at their minds
Whips lash at their feet
Marching to the death of mankind

Stoking the flames of damnation
To see these fuckers burn
Their souls have been lost
Consumed by the christian holocaust

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