I'm the oxymoron   I'm the fucking blacksheep   I'm the new breed   The reason you've been losing sleep      Brood of vipers      Pagan Christ   Your pagan Christ   Will not suffice   Will not suffice      Pagan Christ.   Your pagan Christ   Will not suffice   Will not suffice      You're the cadaver with a sunday morning suit and tie   The one that lives life like you've already died   And you've got this dead weight message that you always preach   The one that takes them to the fields just to slaughter the sheep      Prepare yourself   We've come to discern      Brace yourself   This is war   We've come to settle the score   Brace yourself   This is war   We've come to settle the score...       You will feel the wrath of our Lord