Dress me in your cloak, induct me into your cult.
Use an open tomb as my throat, the laws that I live by will not replace the reason he
died, brainwash me with set standards and a loss of hope.
Then put me under this microscope.
Do I fit the perfect
Poster boy for your artificial religion.
Do I fit the perfect description?
You filled the world with
fervent deceit, now the serpent and the servant meet.
Behold your end when you seduce with corruption.
False light draws false
When the depths have risen we will bring down the heavens.
The laws that I live by will not replace the reason he
Brainwash with set standards.
False light draws false life.
Hell Must Fear Me!
Hell must fear us all.
bring your fury.
Hell must fear me!