In this bag the prizes of war
I cast a shriek to any deity
God where in hell are you
I can gain access to the tombs of the unbelievers

Just stop the pendulum from swinging, suspend the ruin
It was in your design to be surpassed, admit it

In my hands the offering of ascent
The goats throat has been slit and the body burnt whole
All I see is a lord of cowardice

Worlds asunder, no gods rage
No creation, just a series of mistakes
Worlds asunder, no gods rage
No creation, just a series of mistakes

I await your wrath, anything to feel alive
Nothing screams back, can't see a reason why
I await your wrath, anything to feel alive
Nothing screams back, can't see a reason why

To think they wrote texts on your acts of cruelty, it must have be a lie
I stand felling the tree of life, the only sound that remains is the spuming of blood