The Forsaken - Foul Messianic Grace

Bestowed upon
This man a rusted crown
Engraved in flesh
A prayer in blood to drown

Frail chains of faith
Broken, torn down, destroyed
Words of empty praise
Silenced, struck down, cast out
In a world of whores
Liars, thieves, sinners
In a land ablaze
With foul messianic grace

Masses join the fold
Ideals are bought and sold
Abominations are bled into form
Now free to do as they are told

Words of empty praise
Silenced, struck down, cast out
In a world of whores,
Liars, thieves, sinners
In a land ablaze
With foul messianic grace
Blissful vacant eyes
Embrace the despised
Entranced feeble minds
Obey their every command

You will go
Where you are led
You will swallow
What you are fed

Vomit disgorged
From high above
Machines are oiled
With your blood

Frail chains of faith
Broken, torn down, destroyed
Words of empty praise
Silenced, struck down, cast out
In a world of whores
Liars, thieves, sinners
In a land ablaze
With foul messianic grace