Heathen Blood

Faith drives the dying need of conquest and destiny
Fear loves the company of corpses fed to vanity
Battle cries apostasy banners raised to agony
You'll struggle better on your knees
in front of altars built to fabled kings
White light and savagery in a name that no one speaks
Of right hand and pagan slaves screams rise that no one heeds

Bow down now / Cry out for a reason to live / For a reason to die
Holy holy god of mercy / In these killing fields your will is done

Praise be to hollow dreams tough love and tyranny
Sites aimed at dignity shots fired nothing left to see
The path of righteousness paved with the sweet caress
Of bodies burning to be blessed in the fetid lies confessed

Holy holy god of mercy / In these killing fields your will is done
Holy holy god of mercy / Thy name is born in heathen blood

You better learn to kneel, beg, bleed, and die.