Heathen Divinity - My Own Grave

The corroded society of hypocrites, where human weakness is refined

Carnal behavior rules supreme yet the beast remains denied

Dust to dust when will you crush the crumbling cross?

Wrap the rope tight and send them to their graves

Wormtungue preachers, falsehood vows

Lambs to slaughter, into your fold

Another victim craved, raped by the light of Christ

Another mind enslaved, another carcass for the flies

Seems easy to escape the hell we live in every day

Easy to be forgiven, by the grace of divine decay

Your chain of faith grows weaker your minions fall prey

To the punitory beasts of heathen divinity