Centuries of mayhem, in the name of "a creator"
Rain of death bodies, showing his power
His true is insane, controlling our brains
They see us like puppets, that he cultivate in his vault

Your rotten faith, your rotten name
Is my destruction
Your rotten words, your rotten cross
Ain´t the solution

You condemn an angel, to the lost paradise
Creating a leader to the damned
Symphonies of war, will be heard in your church
Taking as emblem, the blood of innocents

Your rotten faith, your rotten name
Is my destruction
Your rotten words, your rotten cross
Ain´t the solution

Drink his blood and you'll be his slave, consumes his body and you'll
Be controlled
Practice his preach, and you'll be just a sheep more

Why do you follow, why do you believe
In a god that can't explain why does he exist

Rhapsodies of mayhem, in the name of "a creator"
Rain of death bodies, showing his power
His true is insane, controlling our brains
They see us like puppets, that he cultivate in his vault

Your rotten faith, your rotten name
Is my destruction
Your rotten words, your rotten cross
Ain´t the solution