Run Sheep Run

Kneel down in the dust, the false prophet is standing tall, A sacred liturgy of shadows to prepare the ultimate fall! He preys on your devotion, drinking every desperate tear, Wearing the coat of a savior while he feeds on your silent fear! The altar is drenched in gold, but the sacrament is pure decay, And the mindless sheep are praying as he leads them all astray! Run sheep... run!!! A sacrifice for the false messiah!!! Preaching the gospel of the fire!!! You kiss the hand that holds the blade!!! A sacred slaughter that he made!!! The altar is ready!!! Run sheep... run!!! He speaks of a promised heaven but he sharpens the ritual knife, A terrifying holy covenant that demands your innocent life! They sing his dark litany, blind devotion in every breath, Walking straight into the temple of their beautiful, holy death! The shepherd is just a demon in a glorious, golden shroud, And the weeping of the innocent is rising above the cloud! Run sheep... run!!! A sacrifice for the false messiah!!! Preaching the gospel of the fire!!! You kiss the hand that holds the blade!!! A sacred slaughter that he made!!! The altar is ready!!! Run sheep... run!!! No more worship... No more creed... Lupus in fabula... Sanguis et ignis... RISE UP!!! RUN!! THE SAVIOR IS A MONSTER !!! THE TEMPLE IS BURNING !!! NOTHING IS LEFT !!! RUN SHEEP... RUN !!!