Circle of dead children its a bloody day when you get your hand nailed to a kross lyrics

We were not born into sin

We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless 

traditionalism

shaped into the guise of human nature

Human nature is a self-fulfilling slaughterhouse

and we must resist the simplicity of existing as a simple human

A shred of salvation is the mission of the pigs

The trusting pigs and the man-made ghost

Linked by susceptibility and ignorance

Morality is synthetic

Human nature is pathetic

Embrace the mythos

Embrace the lie

Morality is synthetic

Human nature is pathetic

You want your cross and you will receive it

A cross for every pig Squeal on the cross as I drive a single spike through 

your skull

Hammering as the pigs of Faith squeal

The prayers of tradition silenced by the howls of crucified holy

Destroy the mythos

Destroy the lie

Destroy the pigs

Hammer out life

Hammering - bleeding the pigs

Hammering - bleeding the pigs