Hand of God

And you’ll never grow old in time You’ll decay at my feet, six feet underneath I can’t believe you, your arrogance clouds your mind In ruined temples, the elder guardians will decide Of every life I’ve lived, I shutter at your content Only this one heals me, logic lacking rationality Rebirth, after so much death The harbinger of nothing new A final side of me that you are doomed to repeat Two foes, poised to infernally dance Weapons at front guard and instincts unsheathed Of every life I’ve lived, I shutter at your content Only this one heals me, logic lacking rationality Rebirth, after so much less The harbinger of nothing new A final side of me that you are doomed to repeat Two foes, poised to infernally dance Weapons at front guard and instincts unsheathed Entering Travincal, with the blessed shield Ready to smite your foe Too fast to react, to the crack on the back of your skull cap Death by blades The hand of god is no match for me The hand of god is no match for me For our glory, we’ll lose our lives