DeadReligion
11-14-2005, 04:38 PM
It's shreddin' time...
Trials of the Faithful
(Intro)
Hang
Incarcerate, frame
Incinerate, maim
Watch out for the biting fang
(Verse 1)
Black bats, fly around the ceiling
Black cats, lurk on windows, eyeing
Looking at you, yellow eyes aglow
Radiant in silver moonlight
The wind starts to blow
In the forest, wood is alight
(Verse 2)
Puritanically impure
Disobedience has no cure
Except for death
By a noose, maybe a stake, possibly drowning
Or a long incarceration
The snake of conformity and morality
Is covered in innocent blood
It’s red-tainted fangs are unrelenting
Your wounds taste so good
(Verse 3)
The crucifix is the neo-swastika
Fascism’s flare
The flair in fascism
Nostalgia for murder
Nostalgia for idiocy
And you call this your lovely country
Well, it certainly is yours
And us…we don’t stand a chance
Trials of the Faithful
(Intro)
Hang
Incarcerate, frame
Incinerate, maim
Watch out for the biting fang
(Verse 1)
Black bats, fly around the ceiling
Black cats, lurk on windows, eyeing
Looking at you, yellow eyes aglow
Radiant in silver moonlight
The wind starts to blow
In the forest, wood is alight
(Verse 2)
Puritanically impure
Disobedience has no cure
Except for death
By a noose, maybe a stake, possibly drowning
Or a long incarceration
The snake of conformity and morality
Is covered in innocent blood
It’s red-tainted fangs are unrelenting
Your wounds taste so good
(Verse 3)
The crucifix is the neo-swastika
Fascism’s flare
The flair in fascism
Nostalgia for murder
Nostalgia for idiocy
And you call this your lovely country
Well, it certainly is yours
And us…we don’t stand a chance