Hear me whisper as I speak his word in tongues
I am his chosen - I am his prophet

Thy skin shall blister, Thy skin shall burn
Embrace the flames and welcome what's to come
Screaming gospel, deafening cries ov repent
In scorn and hate They shall take up serpents
They bask in his vomit, they soak in his bile
They embellish the foul corpse ov a lord weak, wretched and vile
They swallow his mucus, lick the spit from his lips
Enslaved fools - They shall take up serpents

Rotten - the frail and the feeble are broken and tossed to the side
Ill-begotten - pathetic they choke and they gag suffocate on their pride
Mindless lost souls - Sacrifice to his purpose
Flames forevermore - They shall take up serpents
Witless evangelists drag their necks across the blade

They lavish the feast as they dine on his endless deceit
They froth and they drool fighting for scraps ov their dead Nazarene
Vile rats to their king lap his piss from his poisonous grail
Pathetic miserable fools
The choir wails their hymn ov woe to the Martyr his hammer and nail

Hear me whisper as I speak his word in tongues
I am his chosen - I am his prophet
Rotten - the frail and the feeble are broken and tossed to the side
Ill-begotten - pathetic they choke and they gag suffocate on their pride

Mindless lost souls - Sacrifice to his purpose
Flames forevermore - They shall take up serpents
Forgotten - the coward abandons his flock and leaves them to burn
Misbegotten - bastard son ov a thousand whores
Mindless lost souls - Sacrifice to his purpose
Flames forevermore - They shall take up serpents