Haunted Be Thy Grave

A final destiny, a revolution
A swansong for religions, the bloodthirst of the dead

It's the boundless power ending
Our mighty lord in chains
A blood-red prophecy of men
Bearing false witness down to graves

No freedom for believers
No haven for the blessed nor damned
Redeemer, deceiver
In flames the ground where you stand

Our fists are like hammers
Grinding your skin
The remains of thy kingdom
Scattered in the wind

Screaming makes you swollen, breathing makes You weak
The seeds you once bred now turns into defeat

"We'll raise amok and fear
The death will draw near"

No freedom for believers
A divine masquerade
Redeemer, blaspheme
A fucking hypocrite in vain

The final destiny, a revolution
A filthy escalation of your words and deeds

No freedom for believers
A heart-cold sacrifice
Redeemer, the painter
Of this post-mortem sight

The risen from the water:
"Lead your troops out of hell"

Open your eyes it's the end of your world
Look down from your cross it's your paradise that burns

You beg for a promise i cannot make
Haunted by thy grave