Poisoned by your creed 
Kill the faith to cure the sickness 
Down on your knees 
Prove to me you"ll die for your belief 

And when I purge all the morals you breed 
To be clean to be clean 
For [bad word] collapse of your dream 
Your scattered bones will build my effigy 

I wear the scar of the deceiver 

And in the end when I"ve turned your lives to dust 
And obliterated every trace of you from my mind 
I"ll be free to make this world my own 

Don"t cry to me, this is what you want 
This is what you asked for 
This is your prophecy 
And [bad word] to see it through