Code of a Dead Deity - Deivos

Every time you fail on your knees

With your head right to the around, full of denies

You renounce yourself for the tombac

You worship evil calf and burning weed

Code of a dead deity determinates your path

You put degradation on the altars

Masochism is the highest virtue

Mortification is a daily routine

You are stuck in the cult of the dead

Your world is buried

Sneering at life you aspire to emptiness

False empathy, saint indignation

Death is taken for granted

Fall in from of messiah of the dead

You are the thorn in my eye

Salt in the wound, parricide of my soul

Your martyrdom is the farce of sacrifice

Dead when alive

You want to bury the whole world

You are my had news, my Egyptian plague

You are my famine, you are my disease

The brain cancer, the ulcer of my soul

You won’t know the truth if you’re on your knees

You won’t find comfort in temples of Hypocrisy

In this bread there is no flesh

In this wine there is no blood

Sacrifice made, you became nothing