Hour Of Penance

I Rise...above 'em all
Leading the commons in this war
Against the faith
Blood and dust will wrap
The bodies of the preachers fallen
No rain will wash
Their un-scourged souls
We march towards the dregs
To purify the race from those
Who serve the lie
There's no mercy
From the mortal lords
The sound of lashes shall surround them
Once and for all
I – deny your god
I – deny your dogma
And your beliefs
Erase the signs of the lie
For all the sermos given, for every word
We are coming, and we are one
Until the end
Feeding the ignorance with lies
Betraying the men exploiting human weakness
And dreads they have
To hold their souls
In your hands
Spuriously led
Making them believe
What you need is just
All that they really deserve
Slaves of the flesh