Prepare the ceremonial body
And breathe loneliness into the soul
Carve the mark into his flesh
To bring forth
What the devil knows
Blood spills from the palm of his hands
To be collected on a chosen grimoire
Head held high
For all hell to see
The good lord is dead
As his body burns on the cross
His word is done, his faith is gone
Hellfire on all those that defy me
All will wear the mark of agony
Flames burn high
All life is lost
And the dead unite in unholy plains
Dancing around his corpse in putrid ecstacy
The good lord is dead
Execution of the divine
Execution of the divine
His body
Charred and blistered
He screamed
He pleaded and wept
Your lord slowly died for you
And was it worth it
Was it worth it
Scorched of his flesh
Religion now rests
Prepare for the rise of the antichrist
Kneeling in line
Execution of the divine
His corpse now acts as our shrine
Now kneel before me
All beware
No repentance
Your new lord is here
I seek no solace
I've suffered since the dawn of time
I must rid the world of f*cking christ
I have suffered since the dawn of time
I must rid the world of christian life
I must rid the world of christian life