Fall of the Divine (feat. Rok Rupnik)

Flourish hatred For honor and glory In ancient one was wise Devised a tale to stray humankind That follows blind No questions asked In faith they spread despair In the name of this disease Wicked poets in awe on corpses And dead men tell no tale Holy war Rivers bleed and crosses sing Young and weak on a string Soiled beyond belief they vanish in the stream Their heroes, their crimes Oblivion They are oblivious They are oblivion They are, they are, they are human Proud hypocrites are spurning, chewing out divergence Incorrigible complex of inferior blades Insured the sheep don't know insurgence As they are inbred maggots left of the crusades Rejoice this faith's survival Disfigured, distorted, developed By twisted shadows Disintegrate Abuse of all insentience O holy sire O holy sire Freak It's a freak show The clowns that wash their sins for inner peace In bliss promote ignorance, a legend born of genocide There is no purgatory, heaven, Eden after life Bitch we'll all rot in hell, we fucked up from day one and on They and their ridiculous reverence of a corpse How ironic their symbol is one of death These necrophiles are long lost in their wrongs But they keep on dancing to the reaper's songs In the reaper's songs Everything divine will fall And everything sacred ruins itself So what is sacred if not life We turned in an endless strife Ungrateful ignorants until Everything we've seen is lost And turned to dust