1. Old
I am the man that defends all things profane
6000 years is the time that I shall reign
And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine
Impurity made the blood turn into wine
Old man, dead hand
If only their insanity
The lie feeds off their greed
Jesus wept
I am the pain that feeds off your weakness
A sickening born of hate, not of the blessed
And with the time I will crush all things you prey
Destroying all from the known to the arcane
Burn my eyes and try to blind me
Bury me so they wonīt find me
Try to suck my power empty
Got no crown of thorns on me
So burn my eyes and try to blind me
Bury me so they wonīt find
Try to suck my power dry
You got no crown of thorns on me
2. Death church (convent mix)
Well I look at justice in a different light
I been to jail, it didnīt make me right
Try and conform, but wonīt be deaf, blind, dumb
Been beaten down, just harder Iīve become
Death church rising
Hate church rising
Lost church rising
Death church rising
Hey Jesus canīt you help me with my pain
Mainline me some religion, keep me sane
Christ suffering upon my TV screen
Send in your money to the faith obscene
Strength, truth and honor, words I strive to live
Your faithīs profane, it takes, never gives
īCause Iīm gonna die standing upon my feet
Youīre gonna die groveling on your knees
3. The rage to overcome
This world does not want me
This world does not care
And I am a product of this world
Confused, Iīd say thatīs fair
This pain will never leave me
Itīs scared upon my brain
Destroying everything that brought this
Just to keep me, just to keep me sane
A hatred burns inside me
Emotion out of hand
But Iīve the will to focus this
Survive, contrive, command
From pain come a courage
The strength from injustice
The rage to overcome it all
An open mind
With a closed fist
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