Redeemed Through Hate
Ola Lindgren, Grave
Starved through years of worship and sin
My dark side of life
As my hunger grows my faith declines
Lust for flesh stronger than god
Perished through years of divinity
Love to you is hate for me
Raised to obey their fairytales - unquestionably
Ridden with fear and whipped with words about sinners fate
As my true self emerges violently
Lust for god through blasphemy
Blessed by the words of the fellow flock
"Praise the newborn son!"
But my faith is stronger than flesh and blood
Death to you means life for me
Revelling in sin amongst a pile of dead
Piled against their idol on his cross of shame
Darkness growing closer
My fear is gone as death arrives
Hatred growing stronger
My dreams are real
Now forever I shall burn
Piled against their idol on his cross of shame