Pantheon I Ascending
The reek of blood
The pungent flesh
Oh God how you try me
(but) thy will be done
(so) I can become
Guide my blade
Culling thy flock
Thy work is my burden
(but) thy will be done
(so) I can become
I gave them salvation
Though in their dying eyes
I see no comprehension
God works in mysterious ways
I must show devotion
As I carve their sins away
Each death gets me closer
My glorious resurrection
The reek of blood
The pungent flesh
Oh God how you try me
Thy will be done
So I can become
Guide my blade
Culling thy flock
Thy work is my burden
Thy will be done
So I can become
Oh lord, your voice has withered
Have I strayed from your path?
Is Satan the architect of my redemption
The entrails holds no answer
