Temple Of The Sick Degenerated

Your own sistematic ways to define reality has taken you to

hatred, fear, worship the sick degenerated beast;

The empire declines, no god will survive;

Enter the deep valley of death, shadows falling, melting upon

your skull, you feel alive, I feel devine, you've found the

eternal source reflecting on you, the face of horror and

honour;

The instinct fall apart from the cross, right above, cold sacred

passion; your god is dead, your god is dead;

Crucified by time, feeding a fatal desease in a painfull way to

survive, bury your soul, there's no place for the weak in my

temple;

God, my eyes shall not burn for you forever and ever and ever;

The superior man falls out from his throne and i'm sitting on my

own, get a gun, kill your enemy in one second, ignorant the world

is yours, you kill, you create;

Your god is dead, from the cross, right above, slaughtered

sheep;

Hey man you're inside you're creator, pray man you're inside

your own creation, it's creeping out my own bone.