Post by spartacus on Jan 9, 2008 13:37:19 GMT -5
Here are a couple old classics by one of my favorite bands, Immolation. Their last two albums were more about politics than religion, but I still love the old shit. I'm sure the Christians here will be thoroughly offended. I'll put some of their more recent, politically-based stuff up later.
GOD MADE FILTH
The ways of the blessed
Scourging mankind
Such reverence and obedience
As we drown in his filth
The fires of depravity
Are burning with vigor
Professing his name to all
Writhing and crying, for a savior you're calling
Wretched and broken, humanity is falling
Selfish and wicked, you rape and you take
Reach up and take the hand of God,
For everything he touches is turned to shit
Follow him into glory,
Leave behind the Eden that you've ravaged
Filthy Christians
Will your crosses help you cleanse your filthy souls
Filthy liars,
Wallow in the dimming light of promise
Laughing and beaming, revel in our ruin
Turning his back, shakes our blood from his hands
A world in denial of being denied
Will you ever see the river of black spilling from his wounds
Will you ever hear the somber walls of winds that carry hope
Can you crawl from beneath the layers of his filth
The fires of depravity
Still burning and burning
Professing and declaring
His kingdom on earth
NO JESUS, NO BEAST
No Christ...no cross
No pain....no loss
No wanton guilt for us to bear
No body...no blood
No crown...no thorns
No bastard son, no chosen one
I count the days
When the oppressed are released
The ending of his reign
No Jesus, No Beast
No pits of sin to languish in
No path of just for us to follow
No foolish prayer and seething lies
No virgin birth on pagan earth
I await the time
When our hatred is unleashed
He'll rule no more
No Jesus, No Beast
Leader of fools
Creator of sin
Extractor of hope
Deceiver of truth
Can you hear us...Death to Jesus
As horizons overcast with menacing formations
Those who will stand are committed no more
Icon of icons, shattered and overtaken
This Bastard, this Beast, this Jesus must die
No Christ...no cross
No pain...no loss
No wanton guilt for us to bear
No body...no blood
No Crown...no thorns
No bastard son, no chosen one
I count the days
When the oppressed are released
The ending of his reign
No Jesus, No Beast
GOD MADE FILTH
The ways of the blessed
Scourging mankind
Such reverence and obedience
As we drown in his filth
The fires of depravity
Are burning with vigor
Professing his name to all
Writhing and crying, for a savior you're calling
Wretched and broken, humanity is falling
Selfish and wicked, you rape and you take
Reach up and take the hand of God,
For everything he touches is turned to shit
Follow him into glory,
Leave behind the Eden that you've ravaged
Filthy Christians
Will your crosses help you cleanse your filthy souls
Filthy liars,
Wallow in the dimming light of promise
Laughing and beaming, revel in our ruin
Turning his back, shakes our blood from his hands
A world in denial of being denied
Will you ever see the river of black spilling from his wounds
Will you ever hear the somber walls of winds that carry hope
Can you crawl from beneath the layers of his filth
The fires of depravity
Still burning and burning
Professing and declaring
His kingdom on earth
NO JESUS, NO BEAST
No Christ...no cross
No pain....no loss
No wanton guilt for us to bear
No body...no blood
No crown...no thorns
No bastard son, no chosen one
I count the days
When the oppressed are released
The ending of his reign
No Jesus, No Beast
No pits of sin to languish in
No path of just for us to follow
No foolish prayer and seething lies
No virgin birth on pagan earth
I await the time
When our hatred is unleashed
He'll rule no more
No Jesus, No Beast
Leader of fools
Creator of sin
Extractor of hope
Deceiver of truth
Can you hear us...Death to Jesus
As horizons overcast with menacing formations
Those who will stand are committed no more
Icon of icons, shattered and overtaken
This Bastard, this Beast, this Jesus must die
No Christ...no cross
No pain...no loss
No wanton guilt for us to bear
No body...no blood
No Crown...no thorns
No bastard son, no chosen one
I count the days
When the oppressed are released
The ending of his reign
No Jesus, No Beast