Slaughter of a Righteous Lamb. Part I (Of Vipers, and Fools...)

Putrify, this loving soul Utilize, the endless cold That nests, within your heart To heaven, he'll embark You condemn the wicked through a medium of stone The abundance of your cruelty never shown The divinity molested by your hate You seen His perfection then concealed His fate You futile attempts to erase his existence Was seen through the cross, he died with no resistance Rip the flesh, of the Holy son Place upon, the crown of thorns His treachery shall be undone Misguided, are these words For who you are, are white sepulchres That dead bones flourish within You Vipers, you fools I say woe to you You're blind men who rule You'll trade God for jewels