Wicked Disposition - Helstar

A man of the cross

Forced down on his knees

He questions his faith and morality

Drawn by the smell

And the luxury of sin

He prays for forgiveness

But still he gives in

Desperately falling

But not knowing why

Into the darkness

He is living a lie

Lambs to the slaughter

Each led in deceit

Blind and misguided

Feeble and weak

Wicked disposition

Lost of all faith and hope for his soul

Wicked disposition

His collar is tarnished

His cross upside down

The Holy Scriptures

Are thrown to the ground

Perplexed by his feelings

This soul laid to waste

Eternal damnation

There’s no saving grace

No longer a servant

Of the unseen

His words sacrilegious

To praise the obscene

Lambs to the slaughter

Each led in deceit

Blind and misguided

Feeble and weak

Wicked disposition

Lost of all faith and hope for his soul

Wicked disposition

Screams form the pulpit

Such blasphemous things

He is the culprit

Defaced Nazarene

Black is the blood

That flows through his veins

Sin is a flood

That keeps him in chains

Lambs to the slaughter

Each led in deceit

Blind and misguided

Feeble and weak

Wicked disposition

Lost of all faith and hope for his soul

Wicked disposition

Lost of all faith and hope for his soul

Wicked disposition