Necropolis (He Answers Them with Death)

Seek them on each mountain range
On every hill, under each tree
Tear down their pillars and shrines
Burn everything, leave none alive
Run through the city and kill everyone inside (I hear your voice)
Put to the sword all the young and the old alike (I hear your voice)
Shatter their temples, their idols of gold
Light up the darkness with crosses of souls
When she says Father, am I not your own?
And she says Father, what's it like upon your throne?
He answers them with death (Black winter on their eyes)
He answers them with death (Great liar of the skies)
He answers them...
Murder and torture 'til even the sunlight cries
Burn them to ashes and don't let their Spirits rise
Uncrown their kings, make their virgins your slaves
Rape their Moon Goddess, let no one be saved
When she says Father, open up your soul
And she says Father, what's it like to be so cold?
He answers them with death (Black winter on their eyes)
He answers them with death (Great liar of the skies)
He answers them with death (Stacked victims brutalised)
He answers them with death (Great tyrant of the skies)
Oh no, I'll not forsake my name
To live in the bonds of unreason and suffer each day...
Only to die stillborn...
Our Father who's surely not in Heaven
Unhallowed be all thy Names (No...)
Thy kingdom will not come (I'll offer fires high)
Thy will will not be done
Not on this earth, not in any heaven
Forever and ever...
Ahhh...
Ohh...
Eat the dust all the days of your life
Crawl on your belly
Enmity between your seeds bruising the head and heel
Man returns to the dust from which you are made
The dust is the earth, is the Mother
So they return to her
But not the Father
Our Father, what truths have you been told,
What truths do you uphold?
What fear have you been sold?
Ahhh...the dust is the earth, the earth is the mother
So we return to her
But not the Father
I'm never gonna leave, the silence so loud
Are we not your children? Are we not divine?
Are all forms not one in your infertile mind?
When she says Father, can I come back home?
And she says Father, what's beyond your great unknown?
Death! (Black winter on their eyes)
He answers them with death (Great liar of the skies)
He answers them with death (Stacked victims brutalised)
He answers them with death (Great liar of the skies)
Cold rays stream from the heavens
Bold screams her name from our green tomb
Gold queen, grant us salvation
Old themes reborn forever
Victims of deep mountains rage
I will not fail, I will defeat!