Diabolical

Control, resistance
Embraced by demons in black
In chains, the shapeless
Stab their own god in the back
Cold
Demons feast upon the dead Jesus Christ beheaded
You have killed the god when you most need him
Dead... your god is dead
Angels, sinners, kill (or) let yourself die
In use, with power
The Trojan horse to attack
In vain, defenseless
The god must take a step back
The time has come - damnation
The true believer will die
This is a new world, a new breed, a new faith
And we are living a lie
Your god is dead
Angels, sinners, kill (or) let yourself die
Control, resistance...
The time has come - damnation
The true believer will die
This is a new world, a new breed, a new faith
And we are living a lie
I am dead...
[ Profane Murder Lyrics ]