Whitechapel - Father of Lies lyrics

Tell me all the things you want
I shall prove myself among the wise
I have failed you, grant my wish
I beg of thee for I have done all the deeds
You have asked of me that whimpering
Wretched whore who birthed your adversary
I retrieved her head and
Mutilated every last remain
The blood of the innocent I have
Spread with no fucking remorse
How dare you interfere, my monumental wake
Forever keep these words from my mouth

I will become the father of lies
Oh, the father of lies
I will become the father of lies
Oh, the father of lies

Holiest of holy, I ensure your crucifixion
Enlighten me, oh, noble one
Of your mendacity give me the clearest view
Of your so-called commonwealth
We are your foes, annihilators of the sky

Limb from limb
The rites are carved into your forehead
Limb from limb, engorged into your psyche
Limb from limb
I smell the decrepit stench of your demise
Limb from limb, humanity will be destroyed

My procreator
I have warned thee of my prophecy
Until that day, stand your fucking ground
My procreator, stand your fucking ground
My procreator, stand your fucking ground