The Last Bitter Twist

Your hands are the pestilence
 Everything shall crumble at their touch
 Lips drip of malevolence
 Tirades of hate erupt
 Fingers slithering unseen
 Reaching for the crown of tyranny
 Your breed is old
 Archaic, in control
 Shepherds to the weak
 Lords of the lie
 Holier than I
 The dogma blurs the vision
 Corruption lives within your flesh
 Incriminate
 High on the hate
 Secular circumcision
 The willing kneel until their death
 The last forgotten fear
 Relive the lie
 Your hands are at my throat
 Choking out the life behind my eyes
 Carnal tombs incorporate
 Those devoid of life
 Risen silhouette of majesty
 Induce hallucinating idiocy
 The immaculate die
 In the day of the hive
 The nightfall of my soul
 Lords of the lie
 Holier than I
 The dogma blurs the vision
 Corruption lives within your flesh
 Incriminate
 High on the hate
 Secular circumcision
 The willing kneel until their death
 The last bitter twist
 A joke played by god on me
 The plug is pulled
 And now I start to fade
 The last bitter twist
 Resurgence of a vicious breed
 At last I slip into
 The cold embrace of my god
 Lords of the lie
 Holier than I
 The dogma blurs the vision
 Corruption lives within your flesh
 Incriminate
 High on the hate
 Secular circumcision
 The willing kneel until their death