Failures of Your Dying Lord Deicide

Hate, fire
Nothing to be saved
Fear, cower
Bow before His name
Pray, worship
Your Lord

Suffer unto me
Blessed disease
It takes the devil to believe in your sin
Chasing of the light
Deters the sight
No longer need to
Kneel before him

Burn, scour
The faith that remains
Reign, power
That which makes you bleed

Suffer unto me
Blessed disease
It takes the devil to bеlieve in your sin
Chasing of the light
Dеters the sight
No longer need to
Kneel before him
Pray or forgive
Bleed for the cross
Accept the loss