Disciple Lyrics


Born in the right, time and place

For your version of God to be true

How lucky for you, how sad for the millions

Kept from the light of the truth

Shoving it down, everyone's throats

Convinced they're all going to hell

Hundreds of wars over thousands of years

How many in god's name have died

Cultural genocide, in the name of preaching the truth

A heavy cross to bear, the lost are relying on you

Go, into the world

Convert them all to your cause

There are no other gods,

No religion is true but your own

Kill, the infidel

Destroy his heathen beliefs

There are no other gods,

No holy book is true but your own