You destroyers of Grace
Destroyers of Salvation
That which is wrought by faith
Can never be gained by works
The flesh you lean upon
Decays beneath you
It rots in your hands
It rots in your hands

It's acrid stench
Flows into your heart
It's acrid stench
Flows into your heart

Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into porcelain
Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into your cathedral
You mutilators
You deceivers

You've rendered the blood spilled
Pointless by taking up a burden long thrown to the ground
You have made them
Twice the sons of Hell
A burden only one man could ever bear

Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into porcelain
Defecate your Bristol doctrine from your rectal tongue into your cathedral
You mutilators
You deceivers

If this is your way then Christ shall profit you nothing
If this is your way then walk it alone
Walk it alone
Walk it alone
Walk it alone

Walk it alone
Alone
All alone
Alone
All alone
Alone
All alone