You may tremble before hell's gates You may watch as the heavens fall And you may shake the hands of fate You may heed the siren's call
And you may reach every golden shore Or just repent in the heathen And you may dance in the sins of the world You may sleep in the cradle of eden
Betray your prophets, dead seeds buried deep An army of men will prey on the weak
And you may walk through the river run dry You may strike down the giant with stone And you may never again speak a lie Confess every sin ever known
Or you may drink from the infidel's blood
As your civilization collapses You may rejoice in the cleanse of the flood And stare into the face of apocalypse
Betray your prophets, dead seeds buried deep An army of men will prey on the weak
You will not comprehend Or find words that will describe The will of God and men Who tell you why someone died
Betray your prophets, dead seeds buried deep An army of men will prey on the weak Betray your prophets, dead seeds buried deep An army of men will prey on the weak