Album Name : Dechristianize
Release Date : 2007-08-28
Song Duration : 6:37
Vital Remains Savior To None... Failure For All...
Malignant seed... Flourish within
Awake and breate...The scourge of blasphemy
Engulfed in frenzy...True hate ignited
Ablaze...Our world is born from the ashes of heaven
Destroy the words of the almighty
Burn the pages of the gospel
Now I've seen the truth in my own
His words are not my own
Coward...Would be his name
Weak... Would be his frame
His followers shall be the same
Mock the god-loving whore
Upon the shores of eternal peace
The bloodwar crushes your sactity
The bloodshed shall never cease
Your lord...Jesus Christ
Your lord...Born of sin
Your lord...The veil of hope
God's will... so shall you suffer divine
Upon the shores of eternal peace
The bloodwar crushes your sactity
The bloodshed shall never cease
Your lord...Jesus Christ
Your lord...Born of sin
Your lord...The veil of hope
God's will... so shall you suffer divine
Savior To None... Failure For All
Savior To None... Failure For All
Savior To None... Failure For All
Savior To None... Failure For All
His flesh upon the oak
Nailed and soiled with shit
To worship such fraility
Is the mirror of yourself
Us amongst the sheep
As sheep you are
Wander to the pyres we've prepared
Malignant seed... Flourish within
Awake and breate...The scourge of blasphemy
Engulfed in frenzy...True hate ignited
Ablaze...
Serenade your children to sleep
For they are now dying before you
Realize the truth as you begin to burn
Your lord...Jesus Christ
Saviour to none...Failure for all
Coward...Would be his name
Weak... Would be his frame
His followers shall be the same
Mock the god-loving whore
Destroy the words of the almighty
Burn the pages of the gospel
Now I've seen the truth in my own
His words are not my own
Your lord...Jesus Christ
Your lord...Born of sin
Your lord...The veil of hope
God's will... so shall you suffer divine
Your lord...Jesus Christ
Your lord...Born of sin
Your lord...The veil of hope
God's will... so shall you suffer divine
His flesh upon the oak
Nailed and soiled with shit
To worship such fraility
Is the mirror of yourself
Us amongst the sheep
As sheep you are
Wander to the pyres we've prepared
Burn...