Hallowed Butchery - Beheading The Pagan Christ lyrics

I'm the oxymoron I'm the f**ing blacksheep I'm the new breed The reason you've been losing sleep Brood of vipers Pagan Christ Your pagan Christ Will not suffice Will not suffice Pagan Christ. Your pagan Christ Will not suffice Will not suffice You're the cadaver with a sunday morning suit and tie The one that lives life like you've already died And you've got this dead weight message that you always preach The one that takes them to the fields just to slaughter the sheep Prepare yourself We've come to discern Brace yourself This is war We've come to settle the score Brace yourself This is war We've come to settle the score... You will feel the wrath of our Lord