The Iscariot Path Songtext
von Bellicist

"Beware of the scribes, adorning salutations in marketplaces
And chief seats in the synagogues, the uppermost rooms at feasts.
Who devour widows houses, and for a pretence make long prayers.
These shall receive a greater damnation."

Behold the dogma in the hands, self-ordained, the righteous
Empyrean, deliverance, just takes check, cash or credit
Authority on gospel reference, negotiates with God
Promised lands of peace eternal if you′re wealthy, and white

Global worship dominance, translate, twist the context
Hypocrisy, zealots concealed behind a crucifix
Doctrine rewritten to seed hatred with absolution
Annihilate thy enemy's souls for a variance in opinion

What father, prophet, savior so easily bought?

Perpetual collection plate, obey scripture and tithe
Armani suits flank the pulpit with jaded serpent smiles


What manner of man would barter atonement for profit?
Deceive the weak-willed spirit by proclaiming the divine
A path to glory paved atop downtrodden backs of simpletons
Choreograph the faithful, line by line the wallets dry
Placate your concerns with hollow words from your soothsayer
Split tongues bestowing terms, as pious bearers of God′s light
Broadcasting venom unto a westernized jihad
What martyr Christ transformed from peace to thirst for blood?

Observe the Judas fold

Sinners and sodomites amongst ye, the shepherds of the flock
Demonising foreign nations whilst raping your congregation

Soldiers warring to feigned glory for vaguely written bible stories

Innocence forsaken, what diocese so debauched?
Political affluence ensuring justice never sought

Shit filled rhetoric fuels best sellers for closet-dwelling child molesters

Stygian pits of hell await, efficient chuch-fear impregnated

I'd rather fucking burn

Who the fuck are you to sway judgment to the divine?
Mine ears have heard no trumpets, behold no seraphim wings
Witness a spineless coward harbors aspirations to power
By feeding on the fragile to edify the lust, war, and greed


So what is left orthodox deceiver, when time comes beckoning for your tarnished life?
Betraying faith, totalitarian ideals
What church should prosper from the minds of the meek?
Campaigning intolerance, ignorance and dejection
Why now no answers from thy deathbed preached?
No creator dare know thee, as vultures circle the heavens
One final sermon, amptitheater of dirt, to the worms