Heathen Temple - Pig Destroyer

Beliefs must evolve or face extinction

Shed dogma like snakeskin

No need for confession or astral projection

I survive on the primal instinct within

Even a loving God

Is still a master

Even a loving God

Is still a master

Spare me your fear

All these childish superstitions

I’ve spent decades

Trying to purge your swill

From my system

God is in the mirror

Not hiding in the skies

This heathen temple

Will stand tall

Till the day I die

Till the day I die

Till the day I die

This heathen temple will stand tall