Baptized in thorns
Forlorn in a cradle of blades
A dismal anthem for the living
The aristocracy of evil
Through the cornerstone of fear
Brings rules of intransigence
When his perfect design fails to the core
We refuse empty words of deliverance
Light of truth
Is pure relentless death
Reveal the wounds from within
Evidence the unholy configuration of hatred
So we rise anointed in blood
The lepper becomes righteous
Dethrone the father
Make his kingdom return to dust