(DeathCore) Whitechapel - Murder Sermon | Текст песни

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Father I have sinned
Forgive me for I don't know what to do
I have become devoid of faith
I am devoid of faith

As I mutter these words into his ear, His hypocritical eyes show me the origin of fear
Suddenly it seems he has lost all faith in the one who's faulty life he helped erased
He tells me that he can make things right
I take his inverted symbol of everlasting life and brand it on his flesh, in between his eyes

This is a cold blooded crime but it just feels so right
The upper hand is mine and so is his life

On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty, now overthrown to be silenced by violence
This is not the devil's work
This is my murder sermon, proven to be real
Murder sermon
Murder sermon

On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty, now overthrown to be silenced by violence
This is not the devil's work
This is my murder sermon, proven to be real

I cannot be changed
You're the one to blame
Stare into the face of the one you can't save
So now you've taken all you can ingest
I rip your still beating heart from your chest
Look me in the eye as you take your last breath
I hope your soul never rests
I cannot be changed

You're the one to blame
Stare into the face of the one you can't save