Rising, from the fathomless depths of torment Devouring the source of all lies Deny them eternity Peeling, the rotten skin of the ones so holy Conquer wearing trophies of god Seeing them crawl back, repent, and slowly decay Carving crosses out of spines of the dead There will never be prayers in the halls again Bloodbath Merging soil with stone and anger Terrible the smell of mankind Deny the eternity Quartered, breaking through to you with a dull blade Sharpened is the sinister smile Seeing them crawl back, repent, and slowly decay Carving crosses out of spines of the dead Turning the masses to coal through flame There will never be prayers in these halls again Covered in the blackened soil in carrion, the ways of old We laugh amidst the smell of the dead Covered in the blackened soil in carrion, the ways of old Our time of fucking dominion Burn, to the ground Burn, it, down Burn, to the ground Burn, it, down Peeling, the rotten skin of the ones so holy Conquer wearing trophies of god Seeing them crawl back, repent, and slowly decay Carving crosses out of spines of the dead Turning the masses to coal through flame There will never be prayers in these halls again