Come before me
On your knees and bow before me
Blessed be my son, call to me
Speak! I am the God of Death and
Devastation
Who must suffer?
It must be you who will suffer
A long life of pain and torment
Disobey and feel the Wrath of
condemnation
I can't see eye to eye
Gods of War
Death collects the souls of the dead
Genocide
Death collects the souls of the dead
Sanctified
Bring before me
A flock of sheep before me
Damned are you without my
love Suffer unto me all of my
congregation
Kill them for me
All of those who will condemn me
Murder, hate and fear them for me
I, the Lord Your God, command
Your subjugation
Religion is a passion
Is a faction
Of discrimination
Believer
A deceiver
Is a preacher
Preaching hate and war
Construction
Of destruction
Is instruction
From the Preache's sermon
And morals
Are immoral
When the moral
Bleeds hypocrisy
Thou shall not kill
Is a test of whose will?
Cause when religion speaks
Out come the holy freaks
Gods of War and human glory
Have sewn the fields for the maker
But in the end, the last one standing
Is not a god, but the soul collector
Death collects the souls of the dead
Genocide
Death collects the souls of the dead
Sanctified