Pay the price

Cast down, a trial of hate and torment.
Unable to deny the sins laid out whilst I writhe before their eyes.
Befallen to me, a judgment of execution.
An admission of guilt, a false perversion of the truth, but now...

Insane are the masses.
The wretched voices cry
For death to the heretic.

They'll smile no more
When all pay the price...

Night falls, a deathlike silence waits,
'Deliver us from Evil' they chant amidst setting neighbour alight.
A procession of fools with each a marching sadist,
Not the first to burn, nor shall i be the last, but now...

Self righteous sinners.
No calling of their own.
Their bloodlust is satisfied.
Insane are the masses.
The wretched voices cry
For death to the heretic

They'll smile no more
When all pay the price...

I've woken despite my final demise.
Confusion, the truth is born in their lies.
Come vengeance - their absolution is at hand.
True justice, I spread my death through the land.

Wretched books of hatred filled time and time again,
of pages black with hatred and recounts of the vile.
None of them would listen, nor think upon their ways.
Too late for redemption, these sinners I will slay.