A final destiny, a revolution
A swansong for religions, the bloodthirst of the dead
It's the boundless power ending
Our mighty lord in chains
A blood-red prophecy of men
Bearing false witness down to graves
No freedom for believers
No haven for the blessed nor damned
Redeemer, deceiver
In flames the ground where you stand
Our fists are like hammers
Grinding your skin
The remains of thy kingdom
Scattered in the wind
Screaming makes you swollen, breathing makes You weak
The seeds you once bred now turns into defeat
"We'll raise amok and fear
The death will draw near"
No freedom for believers
A divine masquerade
Redeemer, blaspheme
A fucking hypocrite in vain
The final destiny, a revolution
A filthy escalation of your words and deeds
No freedom for believers
A heart-cold sacrifice
Redeemer, the painter
Of this post-mortem sight
The risen from the water:
"Lead your troops out of hell"
Open your eyes it's the end of your world
Look down from your cross it's your paradise that burns
You beg for a promise i cannot make
Haunted by thy grave
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