Guilthee The Ghost Of Denying
Sometimes I fold my hands to prayer
But I never get an answer
You're sitting on your throne
And punish the dying world with cancer
I see your face
Your skin is wrinkled and pale
I see your flock
Blind idiots cry for their hail
But the sin and pain and sacrifices
They are sworn to the damn
They burn the cradles and burn the graves
This world's using up them
New Armageddon, troops are marching
I despise compassion
Unholy ghost of holy denying
This is our passion
God-dam!
Look into yourself and realize your state
Your conscience is buried by your hate
You've lived like a scum, like a vile ban
But you want to die like a human
God-dam!
Your hope will never open the gate
You can't keep clear of your fate
You've lived like a scum and you die like that
Let's face eternity you living dead
Drop dead!
I am the ghost of world's denying
I was born when purity was dying
I am the ghost of your incredulity
There's no escape, we're all guilty