To Kill A God

We're on the hunt
For the bastard son
We're sent to slaughter
Newborn sons and daughters

Possessed by the devil
Children's deaths in which he revels
Pumping the king's paranoia
Watching the carnage he shouts hallelujah

We're on the run
To save our God's son
To Bethlehem we ride
From Harod's hand we hide

Implanted in Mary
And now you must hurry
To birth what'd later die upon that cross

Anything
To stop the birth of christ
All in vain
Satan plans for the next game
The angels sing
But mind not the infants slain
All in vain



Credits
Writer(s): Myles Faircloth
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