Ritualistic Purging of God

All kings shall fall

At the sound of the trumpet the dead will rise again
Hell's fire engulf their churches, sacred bindings reduced to ash
Our father's holy puppet, stone cold lying dead at the altar
Drink of the new found wine, flowing from the tip of the knife

All kings shall fall

Bring forth thy plague, locusts of eden
Undying light snuffed into darkness

Ritualistic purging of god
Ritualistic purging of god