(Upon The Cross) Tormented And Lost

Hateful fist of identity
Creation and blasphemy
Venom of the fallen
Curse for the weak
Undefeated messengers
Horns become thorns
Marching towards the unlight
Taking a neverending fight

Upon the cross tormented and lost
Fell the taste of your holy blood

Hands in the devil?s mark
Arise from the ashes
Signs of the strongest
Engraved in bloody stones
On the ancient battlefields
With spears rip their faith
Bleeding lambs see no sunrise
Dying silently face down

Upon the cross tormented and lost
Fell the taste of your holy blood
Open wounds of annihilation
Bleed under reaper?s supreme domination

Obedience to massacre every sanctity
A need to profanate salvation
A final sacrifice of all creation
Fullfils the chalice of damnation

Hands in the devil?s mark
Arise from the ashes
Signs of the strongest
Engraved in bloody stones
On the ancient battlefields
With spears rip their faith
Bleeding lambs see no sunrise
Dying silently face down

Upon the cross tormented and lost
Fell the taste of your holy blood
Open wounds of annihilation
Bleed under reaper?s supreme domination

Obedience to massacre every sanctity
A need to profanate salvation
A final sacrifice of all creation
Fullfils the chalice of damnation
Unmerciful legions, the hateful allies
Coming to desecrate the enemies of sin
The purest ones now become sinners
People against god and normality