Cult of the dead

The holy cloth, the foul priest
The holy cross, hands that bleed
Unholy prayer, my sacrilege
A coward's crown, my blasphemy

Cult of the dead
Curse the saviour
Curse him until death
Cult of the dead
Curse the priest
Until his last breath

The shepherd's call, they congregate
The mindless herds, I desecrate
Flesh turned to bread, for us he died
Blood to wine, the sacred lies

Cult of the dead
Curse the saviour
Curse him until death
Cult of the dead
Curse the priest
Until his last breath

Cult of the dead
Curse the saviour
Curse him until death

Torment of the flesh, submission to him
Church of damnation, heaven be denied
Fear of the beast, inevitable doom
Submission to sin
The heretic's soul, in fire consumed

Cult of the dead
Curse the saviour
Curse him until death
Cult of the dead
Curse the priest
Until his last breath

They prey like vultures on the masses
Of the living dead
The foul servants of the Christ
The crucified son
Let him bleed til death
And spit on his rotting corpse
We celebrate the death of god
Pierce the side of Christ again