The disciples, they were crucified, burned alive, decapitateThose of the Reformation rejected the establishment of RomeThe likes of Luther at the diet of WormsOthers put to death in utter cruelty for failing to submit to a church of corruptionDenying transubstantiation|But they overcame them by the blood of the LambAnd the word of their testimony, and they loved not their lives unto deathThat church, you think you're right all the timeYou think you know what life meansSilence, see your crime, for things are seldom what they seemAs though to breathe were lifeDarkness begins to rot your mind, putrefaction has left you blindYour traditions and lies have left you less than wholeFor what will it profit a man if he gains the world but loses his soul