No surprise
Another failure
The word of god for greed
Immortal words
Condescending
The price for preaching lies
You will die hell fire
Mythical gothic slayer
Lay your grace on thee
Wake the dead with bloody spiders
Force survivors to drink the venom
Abuse your wisdom of carnal lore
With eyes of fury
And vengeance sworn
May the thrill of death bless your sword upon those preaching lies
Your confessions are no good in this life
of truth
We hereby sentence your living soul to fuel the fires of hell