Purp Dogg - Peter The Hermit lyrics

Never speak my name I send you off to battle with no sacred chattel, but my wicked dogmas in thy brain I know the will of god and what he say. Its filled with nothing but hate, thus we exterminate with the power of eight crusades We plant the seeds of the k**ing fields, and then make our way Lord, give me the strength, that I may decimate who desecrate Thy will be done, with the force of a saint Thy will be spoken with the forked tongue of clergyman and magistrate Heavenly accolades only ever exasperate My inner hunger to see the ma**es all dangling, half off stakes I oppress with a vehemence, and any heretic whos in my way Get straight disintegrated, by his loving grace Im swinging like a mace. You a public disgrace Humiliated, by the all knowing nature of my faith Ye be cast with those who be not saved It is much too late to repent, my child, even if you really pray God hath me made an invicible snake I see no quinces in my vision, only rotting grapes Heresy is a plague My monestery crush every creature within its wake Awake, and feel my pain Only those chosen by him remain Chosen by me Chosen by the hand that sign the treatise of great disdain For the souls of mortal mane Lord, have mercy for every heretic who hath been slain, but I see no mercy in thy fate Heaven doesnt got a ghetto, but it rains all day, to the point it got rust on the gates God sits on throne made of human bone, from those he cast into the lake Every single angel up in heaven sing a song so great, it exceed the definition of praise And when his eyes fall upon his only begotten seed by his side, he drop his seed and waits Let it fall down to the floor I treat my world like a Filthy Babylonian who*e Somnium noir Dark dreams open the mind But its in your court If you choose to open it more You better k** me before the illusion sets in You will not win this war