Swine of the Cross

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Cryptopsy - Rock, Technical Death Metal

Swine of the Cross

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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

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  • Cryptopsy