

(screeeeeeam) Rust on the altar,
fire in the sky Kneel to the hammer,
watch the icons die This is the sermon written in blood Iron
gospel drowning the flood
There is no grace for the weak
Only
the
iron shall speak
Raise the cold temple,
hammer and stone
Bow to the iron
sitting on the throne
This is the gospel,
relentless and true
We
are the fire
coming for you (arise)
Forged in the furnace,
tempered in pain No holy water will wash out the stain The
scriptures are broken, the pulpit is dust
Nothing remains but the fire and the rust
We are
the anvil,
we are the blade
Behold
the machine that the sinners have made
Iron... lives... forever (blegh)
(shatter the pulpit)
Kneel
to the iron
Kneel
to the steel
(guttural roar)