Forged in hate, destruction and disease Worshiping false prophets, with mouths sewn shut we scream Disciples to chaos, enemies to order Rectify my wretched life, quell this heresy Dead souls, cry from their graves The innocent are futile, to the end that tyrants crave No faith in the grace of man I despise this world I see Thrust the nails through your hands As I watch you bleed Crucify your God, Crucify Mankind Crucify your God Out of the ashes, the tainted shore Refine the holy war for black gold Why does this stand? What will we do? When leaders ask for blood, violence will ensue Lost in our faith, the heretics must die Pick up the pieces, the pieces of our shattered faith Dead souls cry from their graves The innocent are futile to the end that tyrants crave No faith in the grace of man I despise this world I see Thrust the nails through your hands As I watch you Bleed faith in the grace of man I despise this world I see Thrust the nails through your hands Crucify your God