Fall of the Divine Lyrics

Flourish hatred
for honor and glory.

In ancient one was wise.
Devised a tale to stray humankind,
that follows blind,
no questions asked.

In faith they spread despair
in the name of this disease.

Wicked poets in awe on corpses
and dead men tell no tale.

Holy war!
Rivers bleed and crosses sing,
young and weak on a string.
Soiled beyond belief they vanish in the stream.
Their heroes, their crimes.
Oblivion!

They are oblivious.
They are oblivion.
They are, they are, they are human.

Proud hypocrites are spurning, chewing out divergence.
Incorrigible complex of inferior blades.
Insured the sheep don't know insurgence,
as they are inbred maggots left of the crusades.

Rejoice this faith's survival!
Disfigured, distorted, developed
by twisted shadows.

Disintegrate!

Abuse of all insentience.
O holy sire,
o holy sire

Freak!
It's a freak show!

The clowns that wash their sins for inner peace,
in bliss promote ignorance, a legend born of genocide.
There is no purgatory, heaven, Eden after life.
Bitch we'll all rot in hell, we fucked up from day one and on.

They and their ridiculous reverence of a corpse.
How ironic their symbol is one of death.
These necrophiles are long lost in their wrongs,
but they keep on dancing to the reaper's songs.

In the reaper's songs,
everything divine will fall
and everything sacred ruins itself.
So what is sacred if not life,
we turned in an endless strife?
Ungrateful ignorants until
everything we've seen is lost
and turned to dust.