You destroyers of Grace Destroyers of Salvation That which is wrought by faith Can never be gained by works The flesh you lean upon Decays beneath you It rots in your hands It rots in your hands It's acrid stench Flows into your heart It's acrid stench Flows into your heart Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into porcelain Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into your cathedral You mutilators You deceivers You've rendered the blood spilled Pointless by taking up a burden long thrown to the ground You have made them Twice the sons of Hell A burden only one man could ever bear Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into porcelain Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into your cathedral You mutilators You deceivers If this is your way then Christ shall profit you nothing If this is your way then walk it alone Walk it alone Walk it alone Walk it alone Walk it alone Alone All alone Alone All alone Alone All alone