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

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    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

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