Here in this nightmare, a landscape of grey
Soon I'll be martyred, a soldier of faith
Blood, shit and vomit form my death cocoon
In this ritual of violence, my life will be His soon
The Lord is my Shepherd, for righteousness He leads
I will fear no evil for Thou art with me
I lay here now, a plea for salvation, to rise above the horrors of the mass of nameless graves
My mortal soul will soon be saved as I await the presence of the Chooser of the Slain
Here is this nightmare awaits an early death
For almighty God, I'll soon be nothing left
An awakening of afterlife existing as deceit
Will leave me trapped a revenant punished by my beliefs
Religion now lost, my cries He has denied
If this god is so holy, why won't he let me die?
I lay here now and beg for salvation to rise above the horrors of the mass of nameless graves
My mortal soul will surely be saved as I await the presence of the Chooser of the Slain
Here in this nightmare, a landscape of grey
Soon I'll be nothing but a secular haze
The Lord was my Shepherd but He led me astray
I'm born only to feed the worms, fodder for a harrowed grave
No one to hear my death knell, left here to die alone
Abandoned by a God just to be a name in stone
I lay here now and descend into madness as I realize that all I gave was in vain
My mortal soul will lay here to waste forgotten by the cursed lie of the Chooser of the Slain