Undivine Election lyrics

Unholy Judge On High Above Unholy Finger You Piont At Evry One And You Sit Alone On Your Moral Throne None Do You Serve So You've Become Your Own You Must Have Died You Must Have Died You Must Have Died To Have Your Foolish Pride Black Cross Within, Imagination While You Rid the World of Your Every Sin So Have You Become Our Redemption A Self-righteous Master of Undivine Election