Swords Against God II

Now do you see how weak is your God
False and fragile, unworthy of your faith
So you face the past glories invented for you
My blade, dirty again, with the blood of your race

Can you see the lies painting my sword
While I rejoice in the smell of you fear
Fear of dying at the hands of a pagan
Only the Madre can see the price of your fee!

And my glory for sin
I mark my sword against your holy cause
My word will be spread
To purge the legacy of your false God

The morning come, nobody came to save you
Your hope is a line painfully torn
My sword was combined with my damned intention
To save your soul for the Madre’s convention

One more thing to say
All of us will stand for no love or hate
We will kill you all
Decimate your creed
We are here to bring you down

And my glory for sin
I mark my sword against your holy cause
My word will be spread
To purge the legacy of your false God

Now do you see how weak is your God
False and fragile, unworthy of your faith
So you face the past glories invented for you
My blade, dirty again, with the blood of your race

Can you see the lies painting my sword
While I rejoice in the smell of you fear
Fear of dying at the hands of a pagan
Only the mother can see the price of your fee!

One more thing to say
All of us will stand for no love or hate
We will kill you all
Decimate your creed
We are here to bring you down

And my glory for sin
I mark my sword against your holy cause
My word will be spread
To purge the legacy of your false God