Lyrics to Determined Damnation
Regret you sinners
Pay indulgences to
Fend Lucifer when he
Whets his trident for you
Up to the pyre
Your excuses are a mess
Witchery is proven
Your heart full of blackness
Die, you heathens!
Or convert to the Lord
Agony you'll feel of the
Most horrible sort
Carnal desires
Are vicious and false
Pray and work until
Your own funerals
[Chorus:]
Dance, god chosen people
To our bidding your whole life
And as long as you twist
We sow the strife
Words of venom
Words of sanctimoniousness
Delightful masked corruptness
Determined - supposed to be
Damnation - never free
Betrayed eyes can never see
Determined - supposed to be
Damnation - pray for eternity
You'll never be free
Deus lo vult believe what we say
Deus lo vult to prevent affray
Deus lo vult hang heretics high
Deus lo vult salvation is nigh
Saddle your horses
Brave crusaders of God
Redemption will befall you
It was the Lord who prod
Devilish science abhorrent lies
Believe in it and we will bruise you like flies
History of creation
Is the absolute
As well as redemption
When you creep as our brute
Believe that you're free
As long as you toe the line
You do the work
And we drink the wine
[Chorus]
Pay indulgences to
Fend Lucifer when he
Whets his trident for you
Up to the pyre
Your excuses are a mess
Witchery is proven
Your heart full of blackness
Die, you heathens!
Or convert to the Lord
Agony you'll feel of the
Most horrible sort
Carnal desires
Are vicious and false
Pray and work until
Your own funerals
[Chorus:]
Dance, god chosen people
To our bidding your whole life
And as long as you twist
We sow the strife
Words of venom
Words of sanctimoniousness
Delightful masked corruptness
Determined - supposed to be
Damnation - never free
Betrayed eyes can never see
Determined - supposed to be
Damnation - pray for eternity
You'll never be free
Deus lo vult believe what we say
Deus lo vult to prevent affray
Deus lo vult hang heretics high
Deus lo vult salvation is nigh
Saddle your horses
Brave crusaders of God
Redemption will befall you
It was the Lord who prod
Devilish science abhorrent lies
Believe in it and we will bruise you like flies
History of creation
Is the absolute
As well as redemption
When you creep as our brute
Believe that you're free
As long as you toe the line
You do the work
And we drink the wine
[Chorus]
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