Perish, in the hands of God Relinquish all motivation Hell hath spoken I am the chosen one The bringer of your execution I do not pray for the forgiveness of a deity For in the blood I spill the truth remains Covered in the blood of the men I lay to rest The prophets I slaughter guide me on my way As I walk upon their chests Their last breath escapes them As I walk upon their chests I find I am at peace again One by one men of God challenge me And I strike them down with no remorse For I fear the darkness that follows death But they do not fear death at all So I pound their skulls against the ground And ask them if they've felt their gods touch They simply plead for his mercy So their fucking skulls I crush I don't want to die And I do not wish to live again I just want to set the score straight And prove that death is the end