Sufficient to Sicken - Konkhra

Summon all the men divine

And sanctify this blood

Pour the sickness on this world

For centuries to come

Holy Rome will become thee

To cleanse the devil’s keep

The flames will swallow infamy

Your will be done for sin

Pour me vile sufficient to sicken

Close my eyes as needle is driven

Sour my blood and sift from this world

When I’m gone you’ll see I am not a god I am man

Strike the nails into the flesh

And raise the cross from earth

Exalted men of tyranny

Enforcers of the world

Holy bible and quran

And equally disturbed

To test our faith in dinosaurs

And burn the crust of earth

Pour me vile sufficient to sicken

Close my eyes as needle is driven

Sour my blood and sift from this world

When I’m gone you’ll see I am not a god I am man

Behold this giant atrophy

Of mankinds combined insanity

Rejecting all the evidence

And hide within a faith

Replace your thoughts with written dogma

Leave your child for dead

Forgotten in the realm of heaven

And cast down into hell