The False Prophet Songtext
von Thy Art Is Murder

Behold
The beast arises from the depths of hell
Sent forth to harvest the Christians
And lead them to a kingdom of evil away from their god
Before you stands a man
But beneath the flesh, stands a worthless creation
Mortal slaves forced to serve, they pray to god
Hoping he will forgive their sins and save them from damnation
The art of deception serves the prophet well
Gathering gods, servants like lambs to the slaughter
Turning them against their lord
They will march against their creator
Fuck your god! I stand before you calling out your god
I am the Prophet, speaking in serpents Tongue
Before you stands a figure
But beneath it′s shell stands a false prophet disguised by shadows
A servant to the dark lord
Brought upon this earth to destroy humanity
Driven by hate and vengeance
Betraying their messiah, they follow Satan's chariot to Babylon
The time has come for the armies of god to defend the holy one
Satan′s army is on the other horizon, waiting for the horn
Unholy crusade against their creator
Leaving god no choice but to eradicate his own