A man of the crossForced down on his kneesHe questions his faith and moralityDrawn by the smellAnd the luxury of sinHe prays for forgivenessBut still he gives inDesperately fallingBut not knowing whyInto the darknessHe is living a lieLambs to the slaughterEach led in deceitBlind and misguidedFeeble and weakWicked dispositionLost of all faith and hope for his soulWicked dispositionHis collar is tarnishedHis cross upside downThe Holy ScripturesAre thrown to the groundPerplexed by his feelingsThis soul laid to wasteEternal damnationThere's no saving graceNo longer a servantOf the unseenHis words sacrilegiousTo praise the obsceneLambs to the slaughterEach led in deceitBlind and misguidedFeeble and weakWicked dispositionLost of all faith and hope for his soulWicked dispositionScreams form the pulpitSuch blasphemous thingsHe is the culpritDefaced NazareneBlack is the bloodThat flows through his veinsSin is a floodThat keeps him in chainsLambs to the slaughterEach led in deceitBlind and misguidedFeeble and weakWicked dispositionLost of all faith and hope for his soulWicked dispositionLost of all faith and hope for his soulWicked disposition
