Bladesong

For thousands of years
Man's been enslaved by a god
A God that doesnt exist
Except when its time for holy war.

Priests take what they want
Imams do as they please
Murder, rape, pillage
Terror's the other names for their God.

Let fiery rocks topple their minarets
imams atop, calling for suicide bombs
Let their crescent moon be the guillotine
To take the skull from their shoulders.

Bladesong, heathens' call
Bladesong, the one god's fall.

Let inquisition confess its crimes on the cross
Let priest heads fashion our crusade banners
Witches shall wield the fire that's once slain them
To rekindle Rome where Pope gloats on his throne.

Bladesong, heathens' call
Bladesong, the one god's fall.

The tribe of the murderer mouses
Covering their murders with gold and diamonds
Let nations you enslaved with coins and tears (of genocide)
Make of your greed your grave, your tears, your fears.

Bladesong, heathens' call
Bladesong, the one god's fall
Murder Rape Pillage Terror
The other names for their false god.