A weak god withers...

So you lie
Sovereign in decrepitude
Fall to dust
Wither into nothingness
Your prison of ages...
What hope for gods forgot?

No love lost between Me and Thee
Feeble old fool
On your throne of dust and lies
Locked into your cycle of leeches
Gone are your glory days
No Heretics burn in your name now

No blood is spilt at your command

The templar no longer walks the earth
His bloody sword is now just rust

His mailed fist is fallen into decrepitude
But still you persist God of carrion
Can't be much longer now
Till you are totally forgot

Wither away through the centuries
Only scorn shall greet you now!

Gone are the incense and the hymns
Withering in the shadows of weakling minds
oppressed
Look upon thy acolytes in their feebleness
Mirroring you in their inadequacy!

Old Women and Pederasts
Your flock of wretchedness

Pronouncing love as thy creed
Too weak now to command obedience
Crucified by humility

The templar no longer walks the earth
His bloody sword is now just rust
But still you persist God of carrion
Can't be much longer now
Till you are totally forgotten
Withering away through the centuries.