Deicide

Death is God's tradition of the Lord is not oppressive,
His plan was the whole world to war lead.
All bliss bond destroyed them
Terrible consequences we soon shall see.
The death and destruction against the truth of my own,
Fight to the end, as if the dogs without chains.
There are no more venerable, no fear of him,
Like obsession, all he was persecuted.
Gave the promise, they are not kept,
For which his son was dying on the cross.
Sin took heart, for what he did to the people,
Nobody is innocent!
He came to earth, the one that do not like,
On the way back the knife pierced his chest,
Taken and forgotten those who gave it life,
Anger caused him back.
I'm on the other side, in the worlds of Satan
Controlling myself all that done.
I will not lose, because I see the end.