Ascending - Pantheon-I

The reek of blood

The pungent flesh

Oh God how you try me

(but) thy will be done

(so) I can become

Guide my blade

Culling thy flock

Thy work is my burden

(but) thy will be done

(so) I can become

I gave them salvation

Though in their dying eyes

I see no comprehension

God works in mysterious ways

I must show devotion

As I carve their sins away

Each death gets me closer

My glorious resurrection

The reek of blood

The pungent flesh

Oh God how you try me

Thy will be done

So I can become

Guide my blade

Culling thy flock

Thy work is my burden

Thy will be done

So I can become

Oh lord, your voice has withered

Have I strayed from your path?

Is Satan the architect of my redemption

The entrails holds no answer