Anaal Nathrakh The Final Absolution
I have come, the beaten son
Down the cup of illusion
Women and their children will be ours
Where religion is filled with power
Innocent thou knowst
Who is responsible?
You will atone for your crime
You're dying without honor
Such ranks of worship millions strong
Yet the chalice was poison
With mere servants standing strong
Witnessing the death of God
Let the people down
From within
We are, born into war
I am beyond the picture
Without real lives
You will atone for your crime
I am above them all
Such ranks of worship millions strong
Yet the chalice was poisoned
With mere servants standing strong
Witnessing the death of God
The Final Absolution
Murder, die, all of them
The Final Absolution
And in the end, who is correct, and who is left to die?
You'll atone for your crime
Such ranks of worship millions strong
Yet the chalice was poison
With mere servants standing strong
Witnessing the death of God