Centuries of mayhem, in the name of "a creator"
Rain of death bodies, showing his power
His true is insane, controlling our brains
They see us like puppets, that he cultivate in his vault
Your rotten faith, your rotten name
Is my destruction
Your rotten words, your rotten cross
Ain´t the solution
You condemn an angel, to the lost paradise
Creating a leader to the damned
Symphonies of war, will be heard in your church
Taking as emblem, the blood of innocents
Your rotten faith, your rotten name
Is my destruction
Your rotten words, your rotten cross
Ain´t the solution
Drink his blood and you'll be his slave, consumes his body and you'll
Be controlled
Practice his preach, and you'll be just a sheep more
Why do you follow, why do you believe
In a god that can't explain why does he exist
Rhapsodies of mayhem, in the name of "a creator"
Rain of death bodies, showing his power
His true is insane, controlling our brains
They see us like puppets, that he cultivate in his vault
Your rotten faith, your rotten name
Is my destruction
Your rotten words, your rotten cross
Ain´t the solution
