Uprising

March forward, Take to arms
March into their holy lands
Crucify their perverted priests
Make them suffer, death is release
No repentance for their sins
Where is your God, beg for salvation
If he be real, the Devil he grins
Destroy the holy, eternal damnation

Lies and sorrow, from their books
Swines who follow, speak too much
God is man made, fabricated
His word shall leave you decimated
Words not spoke but defecated
Onto the pages of fictitious lies
Leave no man or woman alive
Eradicate them all, everybody dies

This is our Uprising
Your churches fall to flames
Your temples crumble to ruins
Deus Mori, your God is dead
This is our Uprising
False Prophecies, never to be
We rape your virtue
Deus Mori, your God is dead

No more lies
No more lies
You cannot escape your fate
All your beliefs are fake

True believer, by the deceiver
Non believer, be delivered
From their violent lies
Holy leaders, deserve to die



Credits
Writer(s): Deus Mori
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