Dark Sermon The Shepherd's Staff
I bite my tongue
Spitting forth the blood of the angels
As they weep and moan
I know this is the devil's work
The shepherd's staff holds more in faith
Than any sheep alone
I know this is the devil's work
Tie my idle hands so
They may never sin again
The darkest of sermons is preached
To an unwilling crowd of men on their knees
Muttering false words of praise
To an unloving, glorified dignity
I will endure the gnashing of teeth
I will wade through the depths of despair
And endless suffering
I pray to avert my ears, but it seems that
No one's listening
Abandoned by God, my purpose is clear:
I exist to rid the earth
Of every trace of the living
Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and
resentment
Driven to exterminate all that breathes
Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and
resentment
If this is His will, and God stands still...
This child of Hell shall force it's home upon the earth
I witness it's unfortunate birth
Tie my idle hands so
They may never sin again
Cut out my lying tongue
And remove these thoughts within
Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and
resentment
Driven to exterminate all that breathes
Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and
resentment
If this is His will, and God stands still...
Possessed by the reigning king of falsehood and
resentment
If this is His will, and God stands still,
My life was never meant to be
