3 Inches Of Blood

All beware the blackened tongue
Its laden heavy with lies
Bleeding on the cross for the world to see
Traitor, liar, thief - all will be revealed
Millions caught in rapture torn inside with fear
Eat the flesh and drink the blood
Slave of reality for one more of the flock
You soul, it decomposes
As poisoned words seep into you mind
Cryptic signs holding evil thoughts at bay
While your sins, your sins are washed away
As fallen angles we will fight
Against a kind that's dead and gone
No second coming for the general of the weak
Unholy wars wages upon the land
Merciless wrath upon the non-believer
The blood it soaks into the soil
As you idols weep in shame
The council of heathens
Has gathered to bring
An end to their own slavery