Priests of Perdition Lyrics

"A lip to the earth, a lip to heaven, and a tongue to the stars, so that Ba'al may enter his inwards, yea, descend into his mouth as scorched is the olive, the produce of the earth, and the fruit of the trees."
The end is near!

My plague is set forth by Resdepth
Astarte give me your strength
Moloch rain fire on them
Destroy the spirit in damnation
Go forth and claim what is ours
Burn their bodies and let them revolt

Push and set forth the plagues of lies
Slice the flesh and break the bones
Break the grave so they beg for life
Cast in sin
Into satanic strife
Preach the false
Conjure it right
Twist the word
Hold on tight
We, the priests of perdition
Bringing the end of salvation
Wicked blood does not flow
From the pulpits as the fire grows

We are false prophets
Blackness we do breed
Mindless sheep follow
Religion be our seed

Inverted cross
Forget our sins
We become God
Until tribulation ends

We shall suffer for our transgressions
When we have to face the Lamb of God
We will be forced to kneel
At the end of the awakening
He will expose our false gods
And take all the power
We, the wicked, once ruled the earth
Dead are we in the end
The end
The end...
In the end...