Dead In The Brine

Aeons have passed through the clasp of pain
 And bowed to fate's empowering will
 It all started with the Sumerian priests
 The rites of Babylon
 Hatred grew when only the few we're allowed my salvation
 Mystery - the taste of euphoria blew and
 Fellated with rusty nails
 The whole time they were fooled as their mouths
 Quickly drooled at the sight of my plague they've wrought
 Next it passed to Romans fools and then the Israeli
 The holy roman empire ruled at the hands of
 My catholic church - My leash
 Dead in the brine - Their tombstones sent
 Ticking time it quickly was spent as the dark ages accrued
 Inquisitions and holy wars grew
 Worship me or die
 If they only knew
 I sit and laught uncontrollably -
 Revelation was the book that so warned of me
 Writhe in pain, let them hang - As they suck on me
 If they only knew
 I could see them approach with theirs ships from afar
 Their destiny to manifest bought
 With sickness surmounting at a all new high
 Decimation of the natives now on neigh
 And why? To be them? To free them from fate?
 Or to further their income gain?
 Indeed
 Dead in the brine - Their tombstone's sent
 Dead in the brine - No time to repent
 Bring upon the storm of the final battle
 And dread's dark altars
 Even after all the pain received they still believe in me
 When Gog and Magog - My partners in destruction
 Gather in destruction gather in place to
 Further the assumption
 Temporary achievement through material and weakness
 Their Achilles heel
 Dead in the brine - It was their fate