Old Lyrics

Old lyrics

I am the man that defends all things profane

6000 years is the time that I
shall reign

And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine

Impurity
made the blood turn into wine



Chorus:

Old man, dead hand

If only their insanity

The lie feeds off their greed

Jesus
wept



I am the pain that feeds off your weakness

A sickening
born of hate, not of the blessed

And with the time I will crush all
things you prey

Destroying all from the known to the arcane



Chorus



Burn my eyes and try to blind me

Bury me so they
won't find me

Try to suck my power empty

Got no crown of thorns on
me



So burn my eyes and try to blind me

Bury me so they won't
find

Try to suck my power dry

You got no crown of thorns on me



Chorus