"Saints In Torment" lyrics

The death of Christ. The lord of penance false prince of peace
Suffering seen as religious virtue blessed by heavenly grace
Apostles of the cross preaching the faith to thus far pagan lands
Divinely inspired emulation of Christ preaching the word to disbelievers

Visions of martyrs writhing in pain
Saints in torment
Sardonic laughter profane delight
Saints in torment

Decrepit faith of the pale redeemer received with great distaste
Heathen tribes, have no respect for the mercy of Christ
Cross of weakness book of lies why to serve such a slave's faith
The just reward for a lying mouth is to cut out his lying tongue

Visions of martyrs writhing in pain
Saints in torment
Sardonic laughter profane delight
Saints in torment

Martyr tied to the stake now condemned
The flesh torn by iron hooks and iron claws
Arrows pierce transfix limbs agony
Cut the tongue pull the teeth and gouge the eyes

Sentenced to certain death flayed alive
Crucified upside down on the cross

Divine face twisted and contorted
As the body writhes in terrible pain
Hysterical laughter
As my whip strikes the back of Christ
Dragging his cross in torment

Skinned alive crucified martyrized
Saints in torment
Pagan delights mercy denied martyrized
Saints in torment

Abandoned saviour of dismal illusions
No one minds your screams and tears
The bloody thorns pierced your cursed brows
As I thrust the spear with malice

Saints in torment
Saints in torment