Anaal Nathrakh - The Final Absolution

I have come, the [beaten] son/Down the cup of illusion
Women and their children will be ours/Where religion is filled with power
Innocent thou knowst
Who is responsible?

You will atone for your crime

You're dying without honor

Such ranks of worship millions strong
Yet the chalice was poison
With mere servants standing strong
Witnessing the death of God

Let the people down
From within
We are, born into war
I am beyond the picture
Without real lives

You will atone for your crime

I am above them all

Such ranks of worship millions strong
Yet the chalice was poisoned
With mere servants standing strong
Witnessing the death of God

The Final Absolution
Murder, die, all of them
The Final Absolution

And in the end, who is correct, and who is left to die?

You'll atone for your crime

Such ranks of worship millions strong
Yet the chalice was poison
With mere servants standing strong
Witnessing the death of God