Copper and orange ? silver on blue
This is my flesh ? I gave for you
Wireless transmission ? a photographed thought
To weigh your souls ? I have been tought
Impure and pure ? water and dust
All that we forge ? will turn to rust
Nuclear fission ? science and belief
Any progression ? brought nothing but grief
Blood into wine ? wine into blood
I gave to you ? all that I've got
There's no escape ? from what we have done
And what still we do ? to the chosen one
In my communion ? promised to you
Lord, I'm not yours yet ? cause you weren't true
Under your cross ? infernal
(and) divine
This world has been yours ? now I'll make it mine
God created man with his own hands,
But while he slept, the devil sew the evil seed
Of impurity into man's heart
To harvest murder, discord and vice.
And when the lord perceived,
What had happened
To his wayward children,
He sent fire, earthquake, several floods and storms
To efface them from the surface of earth.