Atriarch - Altars

There is a soul inside you
Not yet damned, though it it denied
And if you deny our souls are as one, you deny yourself

And so you are damned by your own hands
Reaching out to be hacked off
These are the hands that we pray with
Hands that kill
Hands long stained with blood
Your victims bleed suffer perish
Die for god, kill for god
Worship greed, practice violence

No prayer absolves these sins
The damage you have done can't be undone
So spread your filth and life a lie
Then pray for redemption
There is no forgiveness
Your god is dead, you crucified him as he prayed
Your prayer is now spreading sickness

Hands together, on your knees
Fall into submission
Grovel

Pray
See what it beings you
Pray
Apologies that are made by the damned will be denied