Steeple Of Blood - These Are They

Upon this pulpit, I stand with salvation in hand

Prepare for the devil come this noon

Depart from me, to your tomb

To your tomb… to your tomb…

You and I are dying flesh

We’ve seen many laid to rest

Creatures full of mighty grief

Steal your soul and drag to hell

On this day the stories tell

Worship now, avoid the thief

Final judgement coming fast

Don’t let this day be your last

What will be your final breath

Nothing certain for tomorrow

As you wallow in your sorrow

Will not know our day of death

Rise, and kill Mortimer

Sacrifice, into eternal fire

He will kill us where we stand

Even on this holy land

Guard the altar with our life

Veiled secret can’t be told

Here we’ll watch our death unfold

Battle for unholy strife

Below the altar three feet down

In a cast and under ground

Treasures hide from villain eyes

The book of life is locked away

With golden key, where this must stay

Adoid our death and sure demise

Rise, and kill Mortimer

Sacrifice, into eternal fire

Wrath of blood, steeple of fire

I warned them all, and in their lies

I see the horror in dying eyes

Trapped in fire, cross will burn

Bathed in flames, I hear your cry

The smell of flesh is drifting high

There is no where left to turn

On the floor you try to crawl

And work your way to heavens hall

Let my pistol be your guide

One by one I shoot to kill

For ending life is at my will

No survivors, all shall die

Die, I am Mortimer

Sacrifice, into eternal fire

Upon this pulpit, now burned

Town in fear, left alone

Hell gave mercy, no turn

Five more dead, five lost souls