Autotheist Movement III: Deconsecrate - The Faceless

All rise to the black mass

We are gathered here today in

The funeral of your faith

Angels set ablaze

Bask in the flames

God is dead

Rid your mind of guilt my child

God is dead

Let your sacrament wilt my child

In a godless universe with logic as

The reigning scepter of power

Revel in the mysteries of our reality

Wisdom undefiled

In the shadows where secrets lie

Unrestricted wisdom grows in all directions

Evolutions grow forth from the grave of your faith

Bow your head in awe for our creation

Bring closer his withered throne to Earth

Lowering paradise within reach

Burn heaven down

Nailed to the cross

Drained of its blood

Piety dies

Crucify this lie

Deus est mortuus

Logica obtinet

Deus est mortuus

Logica obtinet

God is dead

God is dead

Bring closer his withered throne to Earth

Lowering paradise within reach

Burn heaven down

Evolved in fruition to deny the

God of carnal opposition

There will be no judgement from above

Inherit the Earth

Possess what is left

Behold a vision blinded by

Guilt ridden righteousness

Mortal entombment of the mind

False beliefs abandoned in

The shadows of the light

Behold a vision blinded by

Guilt ridden righteousness

Mortal entombment of the mind

False beliefs abandoned in the

Shadows of the light

Burn heaven down

Nailed to the cross

Drained of its blood

Piety dies

Crucify this lie

Deus est mortuus

Logica obtinet

Deus est mortuus

Logica obtinet