Blasphemy

Fire burning in the dark Ignited by gods spark Feel the burn of Satans mark I will not be defeated Blasphemy sits upon his throne Rapture of the holy crown His slaves scream Yet they don't make a fucking sound Millions made to be drones Kneeling to Satans woes Lead them all into their deaths Take their lives they're better dead Blasphemy sits upon his throne Rapture of the holy crown His slaves scream Yet they don't make a fucking sound Millions of bodies Litter the ground Lucifer screams Extinction now Now Now Now Rip the skin off all your foes Off the bones had hold their soul Rip their heart out of their chest The wretched preachers shall know their end Blasphemy sits upon his throne Rapture of the holy crown His slaves scream Yet they don't make a fucking Sound