Foul Messianic Grace - The Forsaken

Bestowed upon

This man a rusted crown

Engraved in flesh

A prayer in blood to drown

Frail chains of faith

Broken, torn down, destroyed

Words of empty praise

Silenced, struck down, cast out

In a world of whores

Liars, thieves, sinners

In a land ablaze

With foul messianic grace

Masses join the fold

Ideals are bought and sold

Abominations are bled into form

Now free to do as they are told

Words of empty praise

Silenced, struck down, cast out

In a world of whores,

Liars, thieves, sinners

In a land ablaze

With foul messianic grace

Blissful vacant eyes

Embrace the despised

Entranced feeble minds

Obey their every command

You will go

Where you are led

You will swallow

What you are fed

Vomit disgorged

From high above

Machines are oiled

With your blood

Frail chains of faith

Broken, torn down, destroyed

Words of empty praise

Silenced, struck down, cast out

In a world of whores

Liars, thieves, sinners

In a land ablaze

With foul messianic grace