Martyrs of the cross, bear the flames of hate. The madness in their eyes is blind to their obsession. The judgments they bestow, in God's name. . Abolish the impious, conquering their fate.
Death He Lied!. . To the most high, above all. They cower in his might. But now, in his nakedness and shame. He falls.... . Fallen King... to endure. Ceaseless pain...world is dead.
As if they were tearing through my flesh, it was embedded in my mind. That Jesus died for me...How foolish can they be. . As if they were tearing through my flesh, it was embedded in my mind.
Captives of faith,. His image never fading from their eyes. Imprisoned by their own creation. It grows stronger, distorts and confines. Behind the gates, the worshipped oppressor.
Behind the walls of Christ the hypocrites recite songs to glorify their king who's died in vain. they betray the holy son. . Extinguishing his light. Their greed and their desire.
Many times I've keeled before the lord not knowing he was at my feet. Why my pain, why my tears. Only now to see you were just man. . You sit and watch, in all your splendor.