I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression   This effigy of flesh, corporeal christi, nailed   In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance   From this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throne   Of repression and guilt      Our will be done   Thy kingdom burn      On my knees, before this tormented flesh, in irreverence   In communion with this parasitic host of virtuous divinity   This imperious creed bears testament to the failures of our morality   Righteous durance is our cross we bear in stations   In stations of the lost      Our will be done   Thy kingdom burn - thy kingdom burn   Our will be done      From your knees arise   By your own hand, your god you scribe   The earth shall inherit the meek   Your god is dead      [Lead - Amott]      Bound down, in God we're trussed, foul stature   Icons embodied in flesh, we nail   In servitude to deities fashioned in our self image   Shadows of eternal strife cast by those who serve   Serve a crown of pawns      [Lead - Steer]