Death will fall upon us all and wash away every divine covenant you’ve ever made So tighten the noose around the throats of those who lead astray with the virus of faith Tighten the noose around the throats of those who spread his name as a seed of hate
You’ve crossed the line, you won’t heed this final cry Dark sermons spill from jaws with tainted tongues Both hands raised to the sky Preaching repugnance for the fallen ones
How can you go on pretending this world is yours? Your god is dead and gone Implanting fear into the minds of the young The world will never forget the evil you’ve done
Death will fall upon us all and wash away every divine covenant you’ve ever made So tighten the noose around the throats of those who lead astray with the virus of faith
No kings of men No martyrs left Deluded by faith as ignorance infests Cancer of the ages Made a slave of yourself for the words of someone else The false saviour thrown to the depths
Distort the truth with every word you spit A poison to societies roots The true abomination is the one you’ve built your faith upon Desperate to control our lives You vile fucking scum
Burn the book of lies Let it be undone A vile sickness that has plagued the earth for far too long
We are the children of sin and we come bearing tides of death To those who blindly follow lies until their last breath
How can you go on pretending this world is yours? Your god is dead and gone Implanting fear into the minds of the young The world will never forget the evil you’ve done
Ruin the plague of faith and reveal it for what it’s really worth A scapegoat for their insecurities A perverted icon of their uncertainties The flaws of man made flesh in the form of a lie Imprisoning minds and veiling the truth from our eyes
No kings of men No martyrs left Deluded by faith as ignorance infests Cancer of the ages Made of yourself for the words of someone else The false saviour thrown to the depths
And when the truth is exposed, when the safety net falls Who will you follow, where will you stand? If this is really the world your god had planned We welcome the flames of the end
No kinds of men No martyrs left This sickness shall be put to rest
If this is really the world your god had planned We welcome the flames of the end No kinds of men No martyrs left This sickness shall be put to restTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
