The burial bluffs
Is a perfect place
For a mass grave
Of the Christian slaves
Under river rock
Religion’s erased
Bodies of the saved
To the worms we gave
Believe it
We’ll empty the pews
Empty our guns in you
Through carnivorous cliffs
Bones pile below
The roots crush slow
The Stench, circling the crow
In Indian grounds
Burrowed in deep
As the insects reap
The heaps of Christ’s sheep
Believe it
We’ll empty the pews
Empty our guns in you
Cresting like the waters of a flood
We end this drought
And it storms Christian blood
(x2)
Our chains seal the chapel doors
Buckshot in tow
Down the rows
They drop one by one by one
Hunted like caged deer
Helpless in the cross’s shadow
We mock and destroy and rape and rape and rape
Drunk of sacred wine
Screaming in a blackout madness
Howling in primal ecstasy
Believe it
We’ll empty the pews
Empty our guns in you
Overlooking the mighty muddy
The final resting spot
Afterlife we brought
Is simply to rot
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