well, it's about time i finished this fucker. took me a long time. tried mixing the old trusty guitarplaying with some piano and other computer-generated shit, to see if i could get it to work together. but i still wanted to keep it brutal, so i made sure to have a couple of solid lead riffs, and put some extra brutality in the lyrics. it's a long tune, so i hope you're man enough to listen to the whole song.

vote 0 without a reason and you'll leva för att se dina barn dö i cancer, as we say in sweden. and you don't want that.

lyrics:

This is the hour of righteous cleansing
This is the time to act
Led by the feelings we are sensing
Now is the time to react
Soiling the sacred and the divine
Controls us in some sort of way
Now it is time to clean and refine
We'll be fine if we do what they say

Retribution draws near
Escape our grasp and flee in fear
You can run, hide or disappear
But you cannot hide from the eyes of God
We have you trapped, we have locked the gate
You beg and plead, but it is too late
You can no longer escape your fate
(You cannot hide from God)

Chorus
Out of superstition, we bash you to submission
Crawl and beg for mercy for all to see
To finish our mission, a flashing premonition
For all to witness, to set you free
Now we're the ones in command
The solution is in our hand
Our truth is suspicion, we smash you into vision
Strapped to a pole awaiting the flame
With Gods permission, the ash will be your prison
You only have yourself to blame
Witchhammer, witchhammer, cry
(Cry by the witchhammer)
Witchhammer, witchhammer, die
(Die by the witchhammer)

Slitting your throat and slashing up your womb
Twisting your limbs and carving your head
Your rotting insides are your offsprings tomb
We start with your children as your fall dead
Sever their heads as they are running wild
We burn the flesh of those who cower
Hunt down and kill the first born child
The only solution, a fiery shower

(My head is turning bold, my brother's got a cold)
The children are calling; witchcraft, witchcraft
(Witchcraft)
The children are calling; witchcraft

Twisted and wicked, yet I move along
How can the words of God be wrong?
A vision of those I fight among
Tell me how can the words of God be wrong?

(My head is turning bold, my brother's got a cold)
Face the one responsible and burn her, burn her
(Burn her)
The children are calling; burn her

The fire will cleanse your sins alone
The fire will cleanse your flesh from the bone
Skinning your face, tearing out tongues
Crack your bones and thrust them through your lungs
Batter your head to abacinate
Rape the carcass and incinerate

Stretching and scratching
I slip in the blood
Piercing and etching
It's all just a mud
Liquid and tissue
Fragments of bone
You're no longer an issue
Now you're alone

Chorus

Servning my God with this book in my hand
I read and I follow, but I don't understand
I tremble and shake, I scream and I yell
As I realize that my God must be from hell

Haunted by your desperate cry
(Empty and cold)
In the end, the words of God were a lie
(Do what you are told)