Father Of Lies-Whitechapel

Father Of Lies - Whitechapel Tell me all the things I want I shall prove myself among the wise I have failed you Grant my wish, I beg of thee For I have done all the deeds you have asked of me That whimpering, wretched whore that birthed your adversary I retrieved her head and mutilated every last remain The blood of the innocent, I have spread with no f**king remorse How dare you interfere; my monumental wake Forever keep these words from my mouth I will become the Father of Lies Holiest of Holy, I ensure your crucifixion Enlighten me, 'O Noble One, of your mendacity Give me the clearest view of your so-called commonwealth We are your foes, Annihilators of the Sky (Limb from limb) The rites are carved into your forehead (Limb from limb) Engorged into your psyche (Limb from limb) I smell the decrepit stench of your demise (Limb from limb) Humanity will be destroyed My Procreator, I have warned thee of my prophecy Until that day, stand your f**king ground My Procreator, stand your f**king ground