blasphemous.

Thin and pale
Like the rest of the herd
Let them come in flocks

Cleanse them from their sins
And nail ‘em to the cross

Wash your head with blasphemy
Bend your back in agony
Cover your eyes with empathy
Let it rain on thee

Lay yourself to rest so I can watch you decay
Return to ash and dirt and I start to pray

Wash your head with blasphemy
Bend your back in agony
Cover your eyes with empathy
Let it rain on thee

Prayers for the weak

Overturn the throne
Turn all crosses upside down
Overflowing with blasphemous tongues
Songs of the forgotten son's

Fire's falling from the sky
Scorches the land far and wide
The last judgment is nigh
So pray for the weak