Execution of the Divine

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 fucking 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