By Demons Be Driven

Serving the faith

Abduction the oath

It lie in wait for the offering

Religion is old

For drawing the young

Purity withers and dies

Never return to the ones that provided

Children draining parents of will

I hold out my hand to bloodless child

I ′m taken by the one I was saving

From death

By demons be driven

Beckon the call

With decline in mind

End not far

We ′re left hanging alone here

He pulls us from nails

Shatters our bones

Leaving us crippled and strewn

Boiling my corpse in the blood of his children

Praying for his god to prevail

Burying us with loved ones

To sleep with shelled children of the sixth dimension

By demons be driven

Beckon the call