Writhing - Beneath the Smoldering Heap

Ages of blood have flood over time, washed of our minds
Heed to a script stripped of our lives, under their knives
Blood became wine from the body of Christ denial my vice
Death unto those who denyeth thy lord
Die by your sword

The night is alit with the glow of burning embers
Thanks be to god for this humid December
Deity speaking through one billion tongues
Puppets impaled by oppressions hand

Hatred fuels the flame of our mounted crusade
Take back our souls with blood and fire

Ashes to ashes Christians are fascists
Shepherds of nonsense have herded the masses
Ignite the kingdom of god fearing asses and watch as it crashes

Pent up resentment commandments amendments
Burn down a church, scatter the remnants
All our resentment sweet taste of vengeance
Burn down a church, scatter the remnants

Underneath the surface we are waging our wars
Leveling the churches that are burning in scores
Smoke shall fill the skies let the flame be our light
Be prepared to die if you're too weak to fight

Underneath the surface we are waging our wars
Leveling the churches that are burning in scores
Smoke shall fill the skies let the flame be our light
Be prepared to die if you're too weak to fight

Ages of blood have flood over time, washed of our minds
Heed to a script, stripped of our lives under their knives
Blood became wine from the body of Christ denial my vice
Death unto those who denyeth thy lord
Die by your sword

The night is alit with the glow of burning embers
Thanks be to god for this humid December
Deity speaking through one billion tongues
Puppets impaled by oppressions hand

Disciples of Earth
Take up your arms,
Carry the torch,
Burn down the church!