Dismal Scars lyrics

Children limping, lonely suffering at night His temples flesh faces are charred A Mother's first born, deformed and still All beneath his heaven He sits in a wheelchair Scorning whilst assisted by meek souls Such scourge he remains Scowling at those who Dare not worship such a fool A pathetic complex of weak will and faith Father of malevolence, Son of lies The spectre and the holy farse Nails and thorns leave such dismal scars They shall endure their hell And cry for the forgiveness of Men We are the Gods with more integral purposes Nails and thorns leave such dismal scars Men and Woman are the creators Odin's folk are never betrayers