A man of the cross Forced down on his knees He questions his faith and morality Drawn by the smell And the luxury of sin He prays for forgiveness But still he gives in Desperately falling But not knowing why Into the darkness He is living a lie
Lambs to the slaughter Each led in deceit Blind and misguided Feeble and weak
Wicked disposition Lost of all faith and hope for his soul Wicked disposition
His collar is tarnished His cross upside down The Holy Scriptures Are thrown to the ground Perplexed by his feelings This soul laid to waste Eternal damnation There's no saving grace No longer a servant Of the unseen His words sacrilegious To praise the obscene
Lambs to the slaughter Each led in deceit Blind and misguided Feeble and weak
Wicked disposition Lost of all faith and hope for his soul Wicked disposition
Screams form the pulpit Such blasphemous things He is the culprit Defaced Nazarene Black is the blood That flows through his veins Sin is a flood That keeps him in chains
Lambs to the slaughter Each led in deceit Blind and misguided Feeble and weak
Wicked disposition Lost of all faith and hope for his soul Wicked disposition Lost of all faith and hope for his soul Wicked disposition
