Fall of the Blessed - Azarath

No more slaves to shitty dogmas

No more prayers for nothingness

No more false mask of compassion

No more glory to your name

Glory to the dead shepherd

Stripped of the illusion of eternal holiness

Sacrificed for the utopia of sins

His holy cross now standing in the fire

Shine of his burning flesh has broken night

Freedom will rise on carbonized bones of Christ

Doomsday for your betrayers became reality

They are all poisoned by lies

Now death is trampling your dying heart

Your agony will last for eternity

No more slavs to shitty dogmas

No more prayers for nothingness

No mor false mask of compassion

No more glory to your name

A lost missionary for losers

Burned flesh of a god became new symbol

Shitty believers kneel down and worship the goddess of death

Now your soul will be torn-apart in hell

Fallen servants herald your extermination

In eternal suffering

It is revenge for thousand years of your lies and slavery