And I am here to the devils work"
Born into fire and a legacy of lies And the prophets of demise These are devils of the cloth The crescent or the cross? Assassins in the house of God Are slaughtering the weak Two thousand years of suffering It's the dawn of a new apocalypse And the fields of Meggido will burn Holy men are preaching murder How well their children have learned For the crescent and the cross And we all shall feel the loss And no one wins when all is lost There is we're all to blame The world's cities are burning Assassins have conquered nations There shall be no redemption As armies of the righteous have failed Tyranny of religious zealots On their holy cross we are nailed