Come before me
On your knees and bow before me
Blessed be my son, call to me
Speak! I am the God of Death and
Devastation

Who must suffer?
It must be you who will suffer
A long life of pain and torment
Disobey and feel the Wrath of
condemnation

I can't see eye to eye
Gods of War

Death collects the souls of the dead
Genocide
Death collects the souls of the dead
Sanctified

Bring before me
A flock of sheep before me

Damned are you without my
love Suffer unto me all of my
congregation

Kill them for me
All of those who will condemn me
Murder, hate and fear them for me
I, the Lord Your God, command
Your subjugation

Religion is a passion
Is a faction
Of discrimination
Believer
A deceiver
Is a preacher
Preaching hate and war
Construction
Of destruction
Is instruction
From the Preache's sermon
And morals

Are immoral
When the moral
Bleeds hypocrisy

Thou shall not kill
Is a test of whose will?
Cause when religion speaks
Out come the holy freaks

Gods of War and human glory
Have sewn the fields for the maker
But in the end, the last one standing
Is not a god, but the soul collector

Death collects the souls of the dead
Genocide
Death collects the souls of the dead
Sanctified