Temple of the sick degenerated

Your own sistematic ways to define reality has taken you to
hatred, fear, worship the sick degenerated beast
The empire declines, no god will survive
Enter the deep valley of death, shadows falling, melting upon
your skull, you feel alive, I feel devine, you've found the
eternal source reflecting on you, the face of horror and
honour
The instinct fall apart from the cross, right above, cold sacred
passion your god is dead, your god is dead
Crucified by time, feeding a fatal desease in a painfull way to
survive, bury your soul, there's no place for the weak in my
temple
God, my eyes shall not burn for you forever and ever and ever
The superior man falls out from his throne and i'm sitting on my
own, get a gun, kill your enemy in one second, ignorant the world
is yours, you kill, you create
Your god is dead, from the cross, right above, slaughtered
sheep
Hey man you're inside you're creator, pray man you're inside
your own creation, it's creeping out my own bone.