Slaves to Never

Scourged with the black plague of the teachings of Christ A weak following mind will stay among the flock The diseased doctrine of feeble control Enslaving any who will take the yoke I laugh in open scorn at your pathetic contradictions I will burn every trace of it away Proclaiming blasphemy, I piss on the cross Godless heathen triumphant I stand Scream from the mountains your gods are all lies The ears of the followers burned by reason Your myths have no presence here Fill your lives with good deeds, to take away your guilt Baptize away your atrocities, a little water takes it all away I laugh in open scorn at your pathetic contradictions I will burn every trace of it away Proclaiming blasphemy, I piss on the prophets Godless heathen triumphant I stand Scream from the mountains your gods are all lies The ears of the followers burned by reason Your myths have no presence here