Rip the flesh with our gnashing teeth
The inside of the dying beast
From the book of Enoch
To the bible codes
We spend the final days still looking for that gold
And when we find it, how will we know?
Will it cleanse the rot from our souls?
Will it help to saves us from the fires below?
Throw the stones and smash the citadel
Search the ruins of the fort that fell
From the book of Enoch
To the bible codes
We spend the final days still looking for that gold
And when we find it, how will we know?
Will it cleanse the rot from our souls?
Will it help to saves us from the fires below?
Trying to hold on to what fell through our hands
Like using a sieve to move the sands
Over, under, inside and out
A fanatic's zeal erases any burden of doubt
Quest for the blood of Christ
Peerlessly on the blade of a knife
Try to ensure life without end
Living in fear of committing mortal sin
The inside of the dying beast
From the book of Enoch
To the bible codes
We spend the final days still looking for that gold
And when we find it, how will we know?
Will it cleanse the rot from our souls?
Will it help to saves us from the fires below?
Throw the stones and smash the citadel
Search the ruins of the fort that fell
From the book of Enoch
To the bible codes
We spend the final days still looking for that gold
And when we find it, how will we know?
Will it cleanse the rot from our souls?
Will it help to saves us from the fires below?
Trying to hold on to what fell through our hands
Like using a sieve to move the sands
Over, under, inside and out
A fanatic's zeal erases any burden of doubt
Quest for the blood of Christ
Peerlessly on the blade of a knife
Try to ensure life without end
Living in fear of committing mortal sin
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