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You destroyers of Grace

Destroyers of Salvation

That which is wrought by faith

Can never be gained by works

The flesh you lean upon

Decays beneath you

It rots in your hands

It rots in your hands

It's acrid stench

Flows into your heart

It's acrid stench

Flows into your heart

Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into porcelain

Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into your cathedral

You mutilators

You deceivers

You've rendered the blood spilled

Pointless by taking up a burden long thrown to the ground

You have made them

Twice the sons of Hell

A burden only one man could ever bear

Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into porcelain

Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into your cathedral

You mutilators

You deceivers

If this is your way then Christ shall profit you nothing

If this is your way then walk it alone

Walk it alone

Walk it alone

Walk it alone

Walk it alone

Alone

All alone

Alone

All alone

Alone

All alone