Songtext von Final Reckoning

Cleaving the fallacious hopes To crucify your so-called messiah So much pain, you adore the anguish A martyr for all times and flesh Forsake the hidden truths Predictions of the doom never to pass -nail him! hail! Your flock is lost in black storms The shepherd, he hangs himself in shame Scavengers of the penitent scrolls Indulge in their languished vigils Nazarene, ordained bastard of filth, You have failed them once again. Burden of man such an unbearable weight So appropriate for a pig Disgust for the pious light Burning deep within Clandestine ways to usurp The golden throne Twisted and ruptured Lies your bloodstained host -nail him! hail! Die upon the blades of redemption Satan, the sacrificer of false hope Revenge, for the ersatz promises Fuck the nails, they're to good for that whore. Emblaze the flag of hatred within the thorn-torn brow Spit defiantly in the face of god For there is no salvation for the Fucking dead.