The Last Bitter Twist

Your hands are the pestilence

Everything shall crumble at their touch

Lips drip of malevolence

Tirades of hate erupt

Fingers slithering unseen

Reaching for the crown of tyranny

Your breed is old

Archaic, in control

Shepherds to the weak

Lords of the lie

Holier than I

The dogma blurs the vision

Corruption lives within your flesh

Incriminate

High on the hate

Secular circumcision

The willing kneel until their death

The last forgotten fear

Relive the lie

Your hands are at my throat

Choking out the life behind my eyes

Carnal tombs incorporate

Those devoid of life

Risen silhouette of majesty

Induce hallucinating idiocy

The immaculate die

In the day of the hive

The nightfall of my soul

Lords of the lie

Holier than I

The dogma blurs the vision

Corruption lives within your flesh

Incriminate

High on the hate

Secular circumcision

The willing kneel until their death

The last bitter twist

A joke played by god on me

The plug is pulled

And now I start to fade

The last bitter twist

Resurgence of a vicious breed

At last I slip into

The cold embrace of my god

Lords of the lie

Holier than I

The dogma blurs the vision

Corruption lives within your flesh

Incriminate

High on the hate

Secular circumcision

The willing kneel until their death