Event Horizon

Behold, your King -- Crucify Him;
Behold, your Lord -- We only have Rome
Behold, your God -- the devils insane grin
thus they speek and here they come!


All bottles shall be filled with wine;
they think: "The Lords day, is made for US!"
we have made a contract with death entwine;
He shall not see our transcressions blush...


Behold, your Saviour -- doesn't worship right;
Behold, your Mercy -- doesn't ring a bell!
Behold, your divine bread -- blasfemy outright;
Behold, your divine blood -- this road leads to Hell!!


Blind men leading the maddened wisemen to folly;
all wanna do their hearts content to build altars of shame.
Nobody has mercy to unbind the hobo's sully --
none of those wizards shall pass the gates of Heaven in fame!