while christians still dreams in vain Born through pain, Burn and die in flames!!! Crucify the angels, Impale all priests Destroy their temples and harvest
do would be to isolate the winner. And everything's done under the sun, and you believe a heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain
We are tested and pained by What's beyond our bed We are blessed and sustained By what is not said No-one knows what is coming Or who will harvest what
of the noose the crack of the whip the hangman's face is torn in shameless crucifixion a savage nation's born Behold the new messiah, arising from
and one with power Surrounded by rapture, harvest with the king of pain The elite will always purify as blood runs deep then slip away From the wooden
for death. I see the pain from year years of unrest. Who could have a mother and be Godless? As you look to the other and eat his burnt harvest play
to do would be to isolate the winner. And everything's done under the sun, and you believe a heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain