Cry me a river of your blood, All the same on my white blade
Does this sin belong to you or, Have you not ceased your crusade?
All my wrongs will make this right so,
Steady, hold and mark your grave
Their blood boiled of its soil,
Yet unworthy of my save!
(SPREAD) ashes, rubble and pressure, they
(UP HIGH) all rise up high in my rage!
(SPREAD OUR) machine of wicked melody,
(WINGS ACROSS THE SKY) false prophet and mock-up sage,
(OUR) unto Heresy you belong,
(LIBERTY) See the sinner's punishment
(ALL DEAD) six feet above, hung on chains that
(BURNT ON SIGHT!) whir and stir with discontent!
(SO.. GAB-RI-EL) Limbo, Lust all gone in your wake,
(WHY DO YOU) Gluttony is soon to come,
(REJECT) Your kind devoid of the knowledge
(THE IDEA) To die where you descend from!
(THAT WE) Hell is not a place of life, it
(ARE ONE IN THE SAME) Is a grave of hurt and ache,
(DO YOU FEEL ASHAMED?) Whether it be longing for God,
(THAT'S JUST AMUSING) A devil's cry, or its quake!
(TO) So it be, the machine chooses
(THINK) To make its way down below,
(YOUR FATE'S) I then await you in the depths,
(FRAUDULENT) Lit by the candlelight's glow
(SO NOW CHOOSE) Then I'll make my final statement;
(YOUR OWN FATE) "May the divine rebuke you!"
(BE IT LIFE) Only then your sings will be cleansed
(OR DEATH) As my sword pierces through you!
