Hear me whisper as I speak his word in tongues I am his chosen - I am his prophet Thy skin shall blister, Thy skin shall burn Embrace the flames and welcome what's to come Screaming gospel, deafening cries ov repent In scorn and hate They shall take up serpents They bask in his vomit, they soak in his bile They embellish the foul corpse ov a lord weak, wretched and vile They swallow his mucus, lick the spit from his lips Enslaved fools - They shall take up serpents Rotten - the frail and the feeble are broken and tossed to the side Ill-begotten - pathetic they choke and they gag suffocate on their pride Mindless lost souls - Sacrifice to his purpose Flames forevermore - They shall take up serpents Witless evangelists drag their necks across the blade They lavish the feast as they dine on his endless deceit They froth and they drool fighting for scraps ov their dead Nazarene Vile rats to their king lap his piss from his poisonous grail Pathetic miserable fools The choir wails their hymn ov woe to the Martyr his hammer and nail Hear me whisper as I speak his word in tongues I am his chosen - I am his prophet Rotten - the frail and the feeble are broken and tossed to the side Ill-begotten - pathetic they choke and they gag suffocate on their pride Mindless lost souls - Sacrifice to his purpose Flames forevermore - They shall take up serpents Forgotten - the coward abandons his flock and leaves them to burn Misbegotten - bastard son ov a thousand whores Mindless lost souls - Sacrifice to his purpose Flames forevermore - They shall take up serpents