Order of the Day

Everything’s justified
In spite of all wars inside
A hollow pit of nothingness
Absolutely meaningless
I go on
Order of this holy day
I’ll go on It’s the order of the day
As far as history I’m dead
Seeming calm and resolute
A man who dare’s always right
Merits rigorous a fate
I’ve found God, but I’ll go on slaughtering
I’ve found God, but I’ll go on slaughtering
The order of the day
Go on butchering
Back on cross again
Back on cross again
Wading through the blood
All belongs to me Wading through the blood
Wading through the blood