Visions of the past rise up amongst the pain

Reminders of the torture your false religious reign

Political lobotomy of the wasteland masses

Death for you and me while the guilty go free



You sit upon your throne you sit there like the whore

Visions of your conquest a reality unknown

I deny your evil hands I will not bow and crawl

I stand upon the rock in him I shall not fall



Fighting for the right to breath the air so pure

I want to live not die from your evil hands

You disgust me with your putrid ways

Filth pain sadness flow through your wretched veins