Lyrics by Lord Worm
Man-made doom bled death from the sky;
to all but a few, salvation was denied
«Heavenly father, son and holy ghost,
save your servants (those of us who aren't toast)»
The not-yet-dead discovered that to be
a nuclear family means a whole new thing;
All-too-trusting shambling pseudomorphs
put their trust in a man of the cloth
Make them hate you, rotting cleric...
Remember, you are pu of my loins, you are pus
Give voice to your left side, let me in:
I've sawn the seeds of your redemption;
In subhumanicide, I am your guide:
seventy-seven times make them die
The sun is shining on a brand new day
Blackened corpses smolder where they slain;
Self-flagellation prompts him to confess:
«Bless me father, for I made this mess»
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Cryptopsy - Swine of the Cross Lyrics
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