Vital Remains - Savior to None... Failure for All... lyrics

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Malignant seed... Flourish within

Awake and breate...The scourge of blasphemy

Engulfed in frenzy...True hate ignited

Ablaze...Our world is born from the ashes of heaven

Destroy the words of the almighty

Burn the pages of the gospel

Now I've seen the truth in my own

His words are not my own

Coward...Would be his name

Weak... Would be his frame

His followers shall be the same

Mock the god-loving whore

Upon the shores of eternal peace

The bloodwar crushes your sactity

The bloodshed shall never cease

Your lord...Jesus Christ

Your lord...Born of sin

Your lord...The veil of hope

God's will... so shall you suffer divine

Upon the shores of eternal peace

The bloodwar crushes your sactity

The bloodshed shall never cease

Your lord...Jesus Christ

Your lord...Born of sin

Your lord...The veil of hope

God's will... so shall you suffer divine

Savior To None... Failure For All

Savior To None... Failure For All

Savior To None... Failure For All

Savior To None... Failure For All

His flesh upon the oak

Nailed and soiled with shit

To worship such fraility

Is the mirror of yourself

Us amongst the sheep

As sheep you are

Wander to the pyres we've prepared

Malignant seed... Flourish within

Awake and breate...The scourge of blasphemy

Engulfed in frenzy...True hate ignited

Ablaze...

Serenade your children to sleep

For they are now dying before you

Realize the truth as you begin to burn

Your lord...Jesus Christ

Saviour to none...Failure for all

Coward...Would be his name

Weak... Would be his frame

His followers shall be the same

Mock the god-loving whore

Destroy the words of the almighty

Burn the pages of the gospel

Now I've seen the truth in my own

His words are not my own

Your lord...Jesus Christ

Your lord...Born of sin

Your lord...The veil of hope

God's will... so shall you suffer divine

Your lord...Jesus Christ

Your lord...Born of sin

Your lord...The veil of hope

God's will... so shall you suffer divine

His flesh upon the oak

Nailed and soiled with shit

To worship such fraility

Is the mirror of yourself

Us amongst the sheep

As sheep you are

Wander to the pyres we've prepared

Burn...