Unholy are the holiest of all, the truth be told And soulless are the soldiers of the onward Christian soul The retrograde insanity true profanity shall install All Hell be loosed where old excuses paralyze freewill This is the time This is the day This is the age The symmetry of their salvation strangles like a curse The rapture of the verse and chapter birthing something worse With sanctimonious ritual the canonize their dead But with sword and fire and crucifix their gospel has been spread This is the dawning of the Age of Nefarious The wretched rise in answer to the call As in my mind I crystallise the things in life I most despise This plague they share with us So join me now in prayer my friends, And may their faith make martyrs of them all The living lies of history were written by the hand Of those who had the might to prove His right To save us? Enslave us? Spill our blood upon the sand Till we chose to turn their faces to the light And meanwhile, in the ministry, the unhappy few await In the hope that as they give, they shall receive As the notion they're nothing in this solitary world Leaves them desperate for something, something to believe Evangelistic vultures dig their claws into out time Irreligious ministers grow far beyond their prime There is no chosen path, no sense to anything at all The song of life's litany as all prepare to fall This is the time This is the day This is the dawning of the Age of Nefarious The wretched rise in answer to the call As in my mind I crystallise the things in life I most despise This plague they share with us So join me now in prayer my friends, And may their faith make martyrs of them all This is the age