In this bag the prizes of war I cast a shriek to any deity God where in hell are you I can gain access to the tombs of the unbelievers Just stop the pendulum from swinging, suspend the ruin It was in your design to be surpassed, admit it In my hands the offering of ascent The goats throat has been slit and the body burnt whole All I see is a lord of cowardice Worlds asunder, no gods rage No creation, just a series of mistakes Worlds asunder, no gods rage No creation, just a series of mistakes I await your wrath, anything to feel alive Nothing screams back, can't see a reason why I await your wrath, anything to feel alive Nothing screams back, can't see a reason why To think they wrote texts on your acts of cruelty, it must have be a lie I stand felling the tree of life, the only sound that remains is the spuming of blood