Lyrics

Ceremonies and worship inverted by suicidal mass Palace of praise and light, death and blood becomes its memory Taking its place, you can feel god's disgrace; By a sermon preaching death to the dying Scattered hateful thoughts; Pieces of brains hang from the cross it stains Poisonous grail, rewritten books, I lead you to fail Helping you sleep. Lost in your sleep, never to awake; May your void become as deep as my hate!