Prepare the Flesh

I teach a lesson of undeniable truth
Prepare the flesh for forthcoming dispute
I've paid in blood, I’ve paid the price
But instead of warning I criticise

Walk my past
Walk my past

I know no better than simple fear
Almost every sense of reason has disappeared
Don't you look for my acceptance
You'll have to deal with psychological inheritance

Our retribution
Hauled by vicious men
Salt dry I penetrate where it hurts the most
For resilience
My spear is my pen
I decapitate the dominant with his eyes closed

We will retaliate your feast day
Retaliate your feast day

Your patron’s disbelief
Beheaded by the learned
Baptised in fatherly blood

Reconcile your yearning to dominate
With your will to gain power

We will retaliate your feast day
Retaliate your feast day

Walk my past