Who really controls the world? God? Humankind? Or Someone else? They say the Evil One (controls the world) The Son of God came…to destroy the devil’s work Yet the most evil of lies, died for your fucking sins Satan’s rulership is not doomed As long as God makes Satan do his dirty work (Die for your own Sins) Torture! Damnation Hell, the Hell that surrounds us all! I am the Thirteenth Witness of lies! I see right through you! I am the Thirteenth Witness! The golden plates are a lie, an apparition made up to gain more power They say the Evil One (controls the world) MORE MORE MORE! MORE POWER TO CONTROL THE MASSES! The Son of God came to destroy the devil’s work Yet this most evil of evils, died for your fucking sins Satan’s rulership is not doomed As long as God makes Satan do his dirty work

Judas! 30 pieces of silver, the price of betrayal Temptation fills your mind, under the guise of “Satan” (In the Garden of Gethsemane, you shall lay the kiss of death upon thy cheek) “To end the symbol of God, I defy Christ!” Betrayal! You shall walk amongst the dead, Forever a martyr for the tyranny of man “I spit in the face of both devils and gods Of which who I once called ‘Master’, From my master I shall be free To spite God as I please! This church built on blood, This church will not forget what you’ve done In irony, they lay “The Field of Blood” for the fallen stranger While they send forth men, to spill strangers blood! “To end the symbol of Christ I defy your God! To kill a friend for peace, I die by my own hand” Defiled by the church and all of their treacherous ways With the death of the betrayer, two shall take his place And unite all the tribes under God’s Blasphemous, tyrannical reign…

Your death cult of lies must fall! Kill all the slaves, bury them in empty graves No more will we tolerate zealots and thieves Stealing from the poor, nothing to show for I strike you down like your God never could I am the hand of morals and virtues compared To your made up excuse for control I am the sword that cuts off the head of power Your greed shall be your own demise Empty your pockets of murder and lies All that is left for you is guilt Drown in it as your torture sets in Your order must fall Death to you all No more can I stand All this self-righteous sin Phillip the Fourth lays down this inquisition From his own greed, yet pay for your own, do you need John the Baptist's head sits on a plate While your own deserves to sit on a stake As a message to all your kind So no remorse, could you find The archbishop may burn you But that is an easy death Long and hard, do you deserve to suffer As those who you stroke down for Christ I am the snake that haunts all your dreams A reminder of the snakes that you are You can't hide Your punishment is left to the hands of your rulers You deserve to fall I can't blame the King for slaughtering you all Your greed shall be your own demise Empty your pockets of murder and lies All that is left for you is guilt Drown in it as your torture sets in Your order must fall Death to you all No more can I stand All this self-righteous sin Phillip the Fourth lays down this inquisition From his own greed, yet pay for your own, do you need "Baphomet" will punish you through this inquisition of lies Taking his name in vain, he shall only send you pain Friday the Thirteenth shall be remembered As a betrayal for those who deserved it But by my means would you suffer as you deserve And torn your flesh from your living husk 23.