The Abysmal Gospel

Whitechapel

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I stand on the skulls of fallen gods and slaughtered prophets
No man nor beast could ever stop it
My battered foot now an iron hoof
I crush the holy father's book of lies, lies, lies
Blatant fucking lies, lies, lies

The gospel speaks no more to their ears
Your children turn to what they adore
Our towers reach through the atmosphere
To below your creations have sworn

I stand on the skulls of fallen gods and slaughtered prophets
No man nor beast could ever stop it
I am the fear that terror runs from
I am the one with the silver tongue
I am the one with the silver tongue
I am the one with the silver tongue

Defile the temple from within, ignite the flame
Bring forth the light, I'll shadow it in sin
Humility, I shall detest, I am profane
I am omega, the alpha is ripped from his head

My destination is to be an abomination
I know you despise me
Become your true design

Become your true design
The hypocritic parasite of the skies
Future generations kneel

Kneel to the monolith
Desecrate the sabbath and deny the myth of a virgin born rat
The holy script, devoured by six hundred sixty-six
Eht gnidnereven raw
Nailed to the monolith

I stand on the skulls of fallen gods and slaughtered prophets
No man nor beast could ever stop it
I am the fear that terror runs from
I am the one with the silver tongue
I am the one with the silver tongue
I am the one with the silver tongue

The symbol of devotion shall point to below
As our abysmal gospel grows

Defile the temple from within, ignite the flame
Bring forth the light, I'll shadow it in sin
Humility, I shall detest, I am profane
I am omega, the alpha is ripped from his head