God you bullshit liarnMan set to kill for the martyrnBeings turn to bloodnConsume the angel of deathnnThe blood will spill out, upon the facenThe blood will spill out, everywherennThey will haunt you, no one to save you,nYour body on the floornThe stench of pure death, their rotting breathnCreation, no morenHe is their savior, a god made killernPure design of hatenDoes he kill for, the creator?nHides his lies with fatennKillnnLies upon your tombnThe rising of its doomnnGod you bullshit liarnMan set to kill for the martyrnBeings turn to bloodnConsume the angel of deathnnThey will haunt you, no one to save you,nYour body on the floornThe stench of pure death, their rotting breathnnTo kill once more