Sacred crusaders and their pious holy men
They've taught you well
The inconvenient truth is that your bloody righteous acts on the battlefield condemn you to hell
To suffer
To writhe and scream
With the voices of your innocent victims killed in cold blood
Echoing through your dreams
The sign of the cross
The sign of a fool
In service of the Morning Star
He used you as a tool
You silently pray to an oblivious god
Satan laughs as you eternally rot
Moron! Slave! Servant of the dark!
Slaughterer of men
How could you be so stupid as to think it was God's will that you kill and kill again?
Now suffer
Now writhe and scream
Add your voice to the choir of the damned
And know that you shall never rest in peace
You suffer
You writhe and bleed
Rewarded for your righteousness
Satan laughs as you eternally scream