Ritualistic Purging of God

All kings shall fall

At the sound of the trumpet
The dead will rise again
Hells fire engulf their churches
Sacred bindings reduced to ash
Our father's holy puppet, stone cold lying dead at the altar
Drink from the new found wine, flowing from the tip of knife

All kings shall fall

Bring forth thy plague locusts of Eden
Undying light, snuffed into darkness

Ritualistic purging of God