Man-made doom bled death from the sky;
To all but a few, salvation was denied
Heavenly father, son and holy ghost,
Save your servants (those of us who aren't toast)
The not-yet-dead discovered that to be
A nuclear family means a whole new thing;
All-too-trusting shambling pseudomorphs
Put their trust in a man of the cloth
Make them hate you, rotting cleric...
Remember, you are pu of my loins, you are pus
Give voice to your left side, let me in:
I've sawn the seeds of your redemption;
In subhumanicide, I am your guide:
Seventy-seven times make them die
The sun is shining on a brand new day
Blackened corpses smolder where they slain;
Self-flagellation prompts him to confess:
Bless me father, for I made this mess
Immolation meant to purify sin wracked souls
Let diseased bodies die; survivors twice lost:
Betrayed in fire, by the Swine of the Cross
Cryptopsy - Swine Of The Cross Lyrics
Cryptopsy - Swine Of The Cross Lyrics
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Man-made doom bled death from the sky;
To all but a few, salvation was denied
Heavenly father, son and holy ghost,
Save your servants (those of us who aren't toast)
The not-yet-dead discovered that to be
A nuclear family means a whole new thing;
All-too-trusting shambling pseudomorphs
Put their trust in a man of the cloth
Make them hate you, rotting cleric...
Remember, you are pu of my loins, you are pus
Give voice to your left side, let me in:
I've sawn the seeds of your redemption;
In subhumanicide, I am your guide:
Seventy-seven times make them die
The sun is shining on a brand new day
Blackened corpses smolder where they slain;
Self-flagellation prompts him to confess:
Bless me father, for I made this mess
Immolation meant to purify sin wracked souls
Let diseased bodies die; survivors twice lost:
Betrayed in fire, by the Swine of the Cross
To all but a few, salvation was denied
Heavenly father, son and holy ghost,
Save your servants (those of us who aren't toast)
The not-yet-dead discovered that to be
A nuclear family means a whole new thing;
All-too-trusting shambling pseudomorphs
Put their trust in a man of the cloth
Make them hate you, rotting cleric...
Remember, you are pu of my loins, you are pus
Give voice to your left side, let me in:
I've sawn the seeds of your redemption;
In subhumanicide, I am your guide:
Seventy-seven times make them die
The sun is shining on a brand new day
Blackened corpses smolder where they slain;
Self-flagellation prompts him to confess:
Bless me father, for I made this mess
Immolation meant to purify sin wracked souls
Let diseased bodies die; survivors twice lost:
Betrayed in fire, by the Swine of the Cross