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Lyrics and music: Cherep

Fire and brimstone fly as they preach

Their horror stories of a swift-coming doom

And their fury comes not from those they disdain

But from their own guilt of their mockery of worship

Cathode-ray beggars drain the blood from their bibles

Under the guise of protecting out virtue

Using religion as a tool and a weapon

Moral atrocities beyond compare

If the judgement day occured tomorrow

They'd be the first to be ground into paste

In a world of real fear, we don't need their fiction

Or their silver-lined promises of a life after this