Storm of Hypocrisy
Raised by the book of the cross
Centuries Mourning for a loss
And your fate lies in their hands
Still plagued by the kingdom of the sands
We turn to the woods and sin
For he has spawned our hate
Fearing what's not there
We fuck and then annihilate
Blinded by the onslaught of the light
Yet cloaked by the shield of the night
We turn our backs on the church
And raise our dead souls to fight
You wield the power, Abigail, to twist the weak and suffer the innocent
Filthy whore
Judge them not by nature
Judge them by his law
The dirty cunts spit blood and vomit into your ear judge
What do they say?
Hang them
