Bone Crusher
Honest Crooks
Perish, in the hands of God
Relinquish all motivation
Hell hath spoken I am the chosen one
The bringer of your execution
I do not pray for the forgiveness of a deity
For in the blood I spill the truth remains
Covered in the blood of the men I lay to rest
The prophets I slaughter guide me on my way
As I walk upon their chests
Their last breath escapes them
As I walk upon their chests
I find I am at peace again
One by one men of God challenge me
And I strike them down with no remorse
For I fear the darkness that follows death
But they do not fear death at all
So I pound their skulls against the ground
And ask them if they've felt their gods touch
They simply plead for his mercy
So their fucking skulls I crush
I don't want to die
And I do not wish to live again
I just want to set the score straight
And prove that death is the end