Thinking Plague - Our "Way of Life" and "War on Terra" lyrics

You will sweat without complaint, expend your flesh, would-be saint in sacrifice and self-restraint 'til d**h your soul has bidden. Thy kingdom come, deaf and dumb, thy will be done! And when our tool, your body fails we'll use your tears to cool the nails to hang you in your own travail then throw you in the midden.