Sacrilege - The Mission

Terror strewn across the floor

Fate creeps under the creaking door

Say farewell to the solid days

Arms held out for the needle haze

Scars, scars start to show

But don’t, don’t despair for the shame I know

Bible for the loving damned

Religion for the pagan man

Faith and prayer for the chosen few

Mystic shades of violent hues

Blood, blood on my cheeks

And the taste

The taste of ash kills cross my tongue

Sacrilege, burning on the funeral pyre

Sacrilege, toss and turn on the cross to burn

Rape and pillage the sacred word

Heart of darkness ground and stirred

Rite of passage, reckless woe

Fruit for being and ritual slow?

And you, what can you do?

And i, I say there’s nothing you can do to stop this

Sacrilege, burning on the funeral pyre

Sacrilege, toss and turn on the cross to burn

Terror strewn across the floor

Fate creeps under the creaking door

Say farewell to the solid days

Arms held out for the needle haze

Scars, scars start to show

But don’t, don’t despair for the shame I know

Sacrilege, burning on the funeral pyre

Sacrilege, toss and turn on the cross to burn