The Desecrator - Fit For An Autopsy

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

Taken the life of a man who stole

The innocence from the unprotected.

A storm of light, a jarring

Revelation.

A right of passage, justified fucking bloodshed.

No

Forgiveness heaven denied.

No restitution, rightful conviction.

Hell

Embraces the patron saint with all its wrath.

Distorting the lines of

Your selfish redemption, to exalt your final resting place in heaven

Lecherous impurity, the towers of the holy conceal their ill

Intentions, the godless apostle trembles in the wake of the coming

Fire.

The stones of the great hall crumbling will forever echo with

The choirs of the fallen man.

Soaked in the lies.

The blood of the

Divine, flowing like rivers, in waves of soiled wines.

Crushed by the

Tide.

The blood of the divine rains down on chapels built to fall by

Design.

Forgive me father, I seek no atonement.

No sympathy for a man

Who stands as burning effigy of betrayal.

A storm of light, a jarring

Revelation.

A right of passage.

Justified fucking bloodshed.

No

Forgiveness heaven denied.

No restitution, rightful conviction.

Hell

Embraces the patron saint with all its wrath.

Soaked in the lies.

The

Blood of the divine, flowing like rivers, in waves of soiled wines.

A

Man with no masters.

I won’t bow down to a false architect.

I’ll never

Kneel beneath your feet.

Paralyzed by the torment.

Followers of faith

Stand drenched in sin.

Justified fucking bloodshed.

No forgiveness

Heaven denied.

Justified fucking bloodshed.

No redemption, no

Forgiveness heaven denied