Your withered idol
Glorified through greed
By the weak and idle
Propagating Zion's Breed
Hark, hear the drums
That are pounding for your doom
With the passion and fury
Of will and dreams, ambitions ground to dust
Wherever we set foot the blaze of fire paints the sky
Our own crusade of retribution smites
The rulers and the ruled
Thus their corrupted lullabye
Did catch a tint of death
In Babels tower, on every hour
Our troops are marching out
And in the same tongue we hail our new saviour
"Hail!"
Their rulers, they know nothing else
Than scaring flocks of sheep
And he, the one who rules them all
Can only groan and weep
For his throne of clouds and his pearly gates
Raise him far and high above
But his children rage, unified by hate
What will save his sacred neck now? Love?
Hark, hear the screams of Jehova as he burns
On the pyre of vengeance and dreams and will
Ambitions, hate and lust
Jesus is dead, God, we're coming for you!
