Bastard Son of God

[CHORUS]

He is hater of the rotten Earth

He is the nova that will drape the sky in woe

We drink from his poisoned water

He is lord of those who dwell bound in sickness

Spitting vomit in the face of faith

Cleansing us who must atone for being weak

We drink from his poisoned water

He is the shadow cast upon those defiled

Victorious call

It will not befall

No salvation is free

Death comes beckoning thee

Encircle thee

Voices come in wind

Son of perdition

You come beckoning me

The sky embedded in the death of a nova

Effigy is seen in a second of light

No voice in the crack of his mouth

Bastard son of God