Whitechapel - Murder Sermon - Текст песни

Father I have sinned
 Forgive me for I don't know what to do
 I have become devoid of faith
 I am devoid of faith
 As I mutter these words into his ear
 His hypocritical eyes show me the origin of fear
 Suddenly it seems he has lost all faith
 In the one who's faulty life he helped erased
 He tells me that he can make things right
 I take his inverted symbol of everlasting life
 And brand it on his flesh, in between his eyes
 This is a cold blooded crime
 But it just feels so right
 The upper hand is mine
 And so is his life
 On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty
 Now overthrown to be silenced by violence
 This is not the devil's work
 This is my murder sermon, proven to be real
 Murder sermon
 Murder sermon
 On this cold night my sermon be preached before his majesty
 Now overthrown to be silenced by violence
 This is not the devil's work
 This is my murder sermon, proven to be real
 I cannot be changed
 You're the one to blame
 Stare into the face
 Of the one you can't save
 So now you've taken all you can ingest
 I rip your still beating heart from your chest
 Look me in the eye as you take your last breath
 I hope your soul never rests
 I cannot be changed
 You're the one to blame
 Stare into the face
 Of the one you can't save