الكلمات الأصلية
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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
Driven by beliefs they enforce upon the weak to justify the life they've destroyed
For control of the soil, sacred grounds of faith
Soaking in the blood, the blood of their redemption
Longing for deliverance from sin
Apostles of perversion, the suffering they induce
Thrive upon the carnage, take pleasure in their pain
They offer no atonement for they're his chosen
Take the weak
Make them see
Our blessed ways
Died for God
Sickening
Benevolence
Twisted
Conviction
On the shores of Armageddon, the defeated bow their heads
Silent are their prayers, silent are the heavens
Their somber eyes have seen the coming of the beast
Behold the loss of life and the triumphs of death
The fall of man and God, a penance for devotion
Feel the fury of his everlasting retribution
