Lyrics:
Priest S March

Oh, the world is my expense It's the cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with it's future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists and march around

watch in awe as the crucifiers march Killing time, killing all I see Another moon rise, human waste Screaming 'Why hath thou forsaken me?' It's the

the Children of Christ. Candles are set, rituals commencing, vulva's dissected, priests hung by black nooses, crucifixions and texts burn within our very presence, marching

who betrays the words Of the holy bible of scum Prophet of fallacy whipped god Defeat and failure for carnal lust Sanctify thy son sacrificed Damned priest

be that there's some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's

doctor's psyche. He hopes it holds but knows the locusts kamikaze nightly. He woke, corroded buggy facial, insect chopper biting. He's only bones by the time the ungodly body's

tentacles reach far beyond the grave These chronicles of light and life enslaved, Were penned in blood Before the mighty flood Nocturnal Lords of Death Summoned by Dragon's

shame that spins out of control in your name And now I'm choking on my self-segregated heart Young Tommy who finds you only in his father's shiny handguns Marches

"what do I do next? " said the bishop to the priest, "i have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast, And now you say jerusalem