Bow Low - Comaniac

Bow to your created god

The ruler of the earth

Who‘s hidden and begotten without birth

Grown in their deserted swamp

Prefabricated blank

It’s medication for the scum and crank

Released from agony

Their munitions never blow

Prenatal chemistry

Initiation blanches you so

Fall into serenity

Conduct a lie stillborn

Tell me how can pray after you mourned

Bow low to their gods, the strong kneels too

To borrow my own soul cause good men never steal

Bow low

Hide behind your unseen mask

When irruption takes

You by surprise, your loyalty just fades

Whoever wants to be free from sin

Has to live and die by my rules

There is no tolerance against any kind of competitors

Then I’ll reveal my eternal grace

Deceive your guide let darkness in and turn your back on the light

Seduced with words from your martyrs tongue

The blinds will unite

Together we march for the lost and bring doom over their lands

Harvest of hate does wither the past

The cursed die by our hands