Paroles de Under the Supreme

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