Sean Delander - The False Prophet lyrics

Behold the beast arises from the depths of hell Sent forth to harvester the Christians And lead them to a kingdom of evil away from their god Before you stands a man but beneath the flesh Stands a worthless creation Mortal slaves, forced to serve they pray to god Hoping he will forgive their sins, and save them from damnation The art of deception serves the prophet well Gathering gods, servants like lambs to the slaughter Turning them against their lord, they will march against their creator f** your god; I stand before you calling out your god I am the prophet, speaking in serpents tongue Before you stands a figure, but beneath its shell Stands a false prophet disguised by shadows A servant to the dark lord, brought upon this earth to destroy humanity Servants of God converted by the words of the dark serpent Driven by hate and vengeance betraying their messiah Legions of Demons march towards the gates of heaven They follow Satan's chariot to Babylon The time has come for the armies of god to defend the holy one Satan's army's on the horizon, waiting for the horn Unholy crusade against their creator Leaving god no choice but to eradicate his own