Cleanser 가사

If I had a bullet for all the sins against me, I would have murdered them all! If blades could reveal my thoughts, Entrails would line the earth! May the saviour come! Mankind holds emptiness in its heart Of the black, I lift my sword Kneel before me and confess, priest! May the truth come out in your blood! I will rid you of your sins You are cleansed as I cut your throat! Your butchered corpse offered to me Sins taken with the stench of burning skin You hypocrites, repent to your master! On bended knee as your body falls to soil Souless, you shall be cleansed! Your stains of filth cannot be washed Mental convulsions take you over Possessed, you reach for a blade Lacerations falling in bloodsoaked layers-- Stripped of flesh! I will rid you of your sins Your stained flesh is your offering I will devour your sins Your hypocritical soul cannot be cleansed except by its death! Fallen structures of man Screaming as they feel themselves rot Hanging by their necks on inverted crosses Nails piercing the skin as the blood drains Into the spiraling pit of black fire Scorching flesh peels off in the oblivion Praying to their god for forgiveness But he cannot hear them because it's too late! As they are devoured! I will rid you of your sins Confess, priest, as you fucking rot! Flesh, blood, and spirit sucked from their skeletons As I now forgive them!