Tekst:
Dismember The God That Never Was

God I taste of blood In the grip of a bitter loss Divine thing that should not be The God that never was Consumed by fury Bringer of chaos and aftermath

Fallen deity Lying cold on my mortuary slab Slicing and sawing Digging deep into his head I look deep into the deceiver?s eyes To analyze this evil

Pure origin of lethality Vengeance calling The casket embrace Might keep me from falling The shout I was born to answer Prepared to slay Stealing the

(Instrumental)

Long since dust the ethics of man Unanimous prayer nothing more than grains of desert sand The salvation they strive for will not come from above I?ll

Martyrs of the world A bleeding nation weep Decades have come to pass But scars remain unhealed The blood on their hands Will wash ours clean As we

Ruled by ruin the city of god Collective madness of the holy squad Divine violations of dignity Corrupted secrecy Hordes of the fallen Lost and slain