The Triumph

Perpetuate the sin of the flesh
Nothing is holy, nothing is sacred
Making the demons to search
Cast them on the mound
When the martyr is forgotten
A saint has no search for the forgotten
Benediction
Glorified, embraced, sanctified
The exploitation of the saints
Glorified, embraced, sanctified
The sorry angels in heaven weepTake me away from here
Woman most similar to the God
My fists clenched in regret
I have witnessed your saviours demise
I have watched you sliced and slaughtered
And I have laughed
Baited and baited by me
Lost in hypocrisy