In a millennium of slavery, the races become so entangled Their obsession to have was negated That's when the grace of God came Ignited in beauty and goodness And I loved to face my dangers Born to the Messiah, disciples of fear Martyr to live, so as not to perish The low disciple, so forgettable is To suffer the mass congregation To judge blood of desperation Suffering them so slow Flesh and blood are easy now The suckers are prayers, not betrayers Justified in the miracles that could never be Once an entrainer, once a family Wrath and the pain, severed so much in three Gather all the nations, to be cured and purified Blessing you the souls, that they're holy prostitutes Embrace the dark, divine names of starfish and smog Solution of hope, and universe of faith Face to back, a city scramble Evolve and populate, collapse and fade And let the terror proliferate And let the terror proliferate The evil must turn to blood The propagators are now sitting in a league Arrival of the saviour that will never be The evil must turn to blood The propagators are now sitting in a league Arrival of the saviour that will never be The fast and sorrowful minds A mental apparition disguised Rejoicing blasphemous cries The grace of betrayal crucified Engulfed with the flames of true suppression Disgusting deal of dust and devotion The slaver never ceases his oppression Set aflame for two and a half To defy the mass congregation To judge and abduct all desperation Is a spell to redeem so slow Is flesh and soul that lays it down Unto the messiah, samples of fear The mind of the mess, source of misdeeds The lord disciples of forgettableness The lord disciples of forgettableness Gather round the deceased To be cured as purified Blasting through the souls As the holy ghost withdraws