The Harvesting

Empirical misconception resulting from anarchy

Perpetual trepidation rash mentality (rash!)

Puella, possessed cadaver

Hear the lies of the Vatican

Cure our fear with lies

Convince the meek it's just the test of a deity

Lies of the Vatican

Show faith in The Lord, bow!

Place your proud head upon the soil of God

The cure will be found in death

Burn the spawn of Satan

Burn the spawn of Satan!

Hope! It died tonight

They'll burn their own fucking children

Hope! It died tonight

Nail the spawn of Satan to the cross

These vessels are not your children

Their venom spat straight from a serpent's tongue

When the story was told the damage was done

Salvation, nailed to a burning cross!

Cold dead eyes, from the victims of immortality

Putrid smiles crack the skin!

Let the evil begin!

Crucifixion of the children they are burned alive

They don't squirm they just smirk as the fires rise

There is pain it is evident in their eyes

We watch as they die!

Pain, turns to pity

Then suddenly silence turns to screams, humanity restored!

Burning rotten skin, I feel sick

They're not dying, just screaming

Religion was wrong, wrong! We were wrong

Now, we're all infected!