Song Info
Genre
Author
Jamie Christos
Rights
Jamie Christos
Uploaded
June 26, 2025
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.2 MB • 255 kbps • 2:50
Story behind the song
In the bible it says that if a man strike you on your cheek, you should turn and give him the other one. This song is about purging society of the wicked while still walking with the Lord.
Lyrics
Blood on my hands but my soul stay clean,
I'm the sword of the Lord, slay the vile and obscene.
Every slice is a psalm, every scream is a prayer,
Baptism by fire, let the demons beware.
They touch kids or abuse, I ain't askin' no questions,
I just tighten the noosew, holy wrath in my weapons.
Bible in my left hand, blade in my right,
Turn creeps into martyrs, leave em dead in the night.
I don't sin - I cleanse, bring my blade for dismay,
Turn a heathen to ash, while I'm preachin' to prey.
Like Christ with a whip, I bring wrath to the throne,
Rip sin from the skin, peel it straight off the bone.
I ain't psycho, I'm chosen, Divine in the Purge,
They beg for repentance, I reply with a dirge.
Say a verse, slit a throat, then I vanish in mist,
I'm the vengeance of God in a world full of shit.
(Hook)
They cry out for mercy, but the Lord don't consent,
I drag devils through the dirt, make the righteous repent.
No prayer gonna shield when the flames ignites,
I torch souls in holy fire til they beg for the light.
Ain't no hymns in my path, just the cries and bloodstains,
Every swing split sin like I'm cleavin' with chains.
If you walk with the wicked, better start to confess,
I bring wrath in the flesh, and wear the cross on my neck.
Got the mark of the martyr, still my conscience don't shake,
I walk holy through hell, make the wicked souls break.
No mercy for the snakes, I see the lies in their grin,
I don't judgeI deliver, let the flames purge the sin.
Sanctified execution, I don't answer to man,
Only kneel to the Lamb while I carry out the plan.
Eyes cold as the tomb, but my spirit burns bright,
I bring justice to shadows, put the filth in the light.
Every wound is a warning, every scar has a tale,
I send demons to drown in the bile they exhale.
Aint no peace in my path, just the echo of cries,
But I sleep like a baby while the guilty soul dies.
They call me a killerI say soldier for truth,
Resurrectin' the wrath from the blood of my youth.
Brutal in truth, I don't turn the other cheek.
With the power of Christ, the Savage Sheep has teeth.
