Blood On Wooden Crosses - Lay Down Rotten

A dying world in darkness

We know who we are

People of faith

Ancient hatred redefined

Persecution of the wise

Executed under the cross

Piles of bodies rot on the shores

They came with fire, they came to burn

The curse of a fallen god, they came with lies

They came to cleanse, crowned with disbelief

End of our time

Nothing will ever be the same

Kings will be slaves

Leaders will follow

The grinning priest will judge

For there is no tomorrow

One more word of the wise

Nothing can save us now

Blood on wooden crosses

A dying world in darkness

We know who we are

People of faith

Ancient hatred redefined