Dead Gods

You prophesize the end of everything
And you beg for it with such heavenly pleasure
Your hungry eyes look to god himself
To destroy his supposedly pure and perfect creation

Strike me down
I'd rather die than submit
To your empty nothingness

Strike me down
I'd rather die than submit
To your sacred callousness

Dead gods make such shallow graves
Dead gods make such shallow graves

Blessed are the childrеn in their sights
Even when thеy beg to not die of starvation
Your hungry eyes look on with disgust
As your liars tome will justify your own abomination

Strike me down
I'd rather die than submit
To your empty nothingness
Strike me down
I'd rather die than submit
To your sacred callousness

Dead gods make such shallow graves
Dead gods make such shallow graves

Bathe in the blood of the lamb
Drown in the red with the damned

Bathe in the blood of the lamb
Drown in the red with the damned

Strike me down
I'd rather die than submit
To your empty nothingness

Strike me down
I'd rather die than submit
To your sacred callousness

Dead gods make such shallow graves
Dead gods make such shallow graves