Faith drives the dying need of conquest and destiny Fear loves the company of corpses fed to vanity Battle cries apostasy banners raised to agony You'll struggle better on your knees In front of altars built to fabled kings White light and savagery in a name that no one speaks Of right hand and pagan slaves screams rise that no one heeds Bow down now / Cry out for a reason to live / For a reason to die Holy holy god of mercy / In these killing fields your will is done Praise be to hollow dreams tough love and tyranny Sites aimed at dignity shots fired nothing left to see The path of righteousness paved with the sweet caress Of bodies burning to be blessed in the fetid lies confessed Holy holy god of mercy / In these killing fields your will is done Holy holy god of mercy / Thy name is born in heathen blood You better learn to kneel, beg, bleed, and die.