Born in sin, reborn in Spirit
The shepherd calls, the faithful hear it
Faith comes to fruition
At the moment of redemption

The war is already won
The saints battle on
And wait for a louder voice
To call us home

The faithful pray for
Unity of purpose
The laughing pigs
Are always nervous...

Hate the weapon, love the murder
Teach the children anger and fervor
And call it free speech
Tie a millstone around your neck
Walk the plank and pray what's next
God's truth is preached

The saint falls, his soul draws near it
Heaven awaits the penitent
Faith comes to fruition
At the moment of redemption

The war is already won
The saints battle on
And wait for a louder voice
To call us home

The faithful pray for
Unity of purpose
The laughing pigs
Are always nervous...

Provoking discourse, lyrical venom
Rejoicing deceit, bloodshed ad nauseam
Bleeding the system
Assassination, celebration
Joyous fatality, deadly infection
Dehumanize the victim

Focus of the sanctimonious
The liar does not concern himself
With the opinions of the righteous

Eternal works, holy books
The children sing of promise
Faith comes to fruition
At the moment of redemption