Rotten Cross

Cathedral gates are open
Come the hordes of Belial
Unholy union amidst the ancient columns
On the altar of now weak and feeble Christ
entrails mixed with sacrificial wine
Pure essence of holiness desecrated and defiled
For eternity the crosses will burn in the shrines
The crucifix covered with spittle and dust
Will break to pieces from sheer hate


The scream of god's servants heard in the distance
Sounds of pain in the silence of the everlasting stones


They are waiting in their tombs
Soon the time will come
When god's power fades away


Liberation under pale moonlight
Time of profound debauch and slaughter
Abyss filled with the stench of terror
Corridors fraught with sacred bodies


They are waiting in their tombs
Soon the time will come
When god's power fades away


Interred aeons ago by the power of cross
Enslaved by the pretended sanctity
Persecuted for the reluctance to obey
Cursed with malice and utter cowardice


Above the altar
Hangs the impotent Redeemer
Gradually falling down
Engulfed by foul decay
His cross no longer strong


Christ, you're falling
from your rotten cross


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