Crosses Burning

High on your chair, drowning into your wine
Pulling the strings of all those you oppress

You’ve created your own system
And binded us to slavery
No comments you pay or die
Still the cross raises high
Blood, pain, persecution
Your might is absolute
Once we’re fed up
You’ll pray for us to stop

Your throne is to fall
Your hands will bleed
Once you can’t breathe
Suffocate for us all
For a lifetime debt
You’ll never pay
There’ll be left
No unpaid crimes

Kneel before us
Your salvation is given
Once you pay
For an insane humanity

Corpses and parts
Filling the plains
For the holy quest
Of dear god

Wait we’ve got more
Fill the hole of be filled
By the holy ornament
Of the priest

Blind for any abuse
Freed of charge
Always backed by
The church

Curses
Fear
Pain
Believe in us

We have a whole world to break
And a whole world to build