Interpret:

Metal Church

Album:

This Present Wasteland

One foot within the grave, your life has been enslaved
 Your soul can not be saved, nor the penance that you gave
 You put the fear on a grown man's face
 You shake the ground with all that you create
 You are a god amongst all mortal men
 You are the reason that we're living in
 This moral panic, mass hysteria


 Cryptic verses won't ease your pain
 Not even when you speak his name
 From the depths he will arise
 It's the end it's your demise
 You put the fear on a grown man's face
 You shake the ground with all that you create
 You are a god amongst all mortal men
 You are the reason that we're living in
 This moral panic, mass hysteria


 When you dip into the well of souls is it cold unto the touch
 It's illusions from your life of lust
 You see your life is fading fast it's turning into dust
 The hands of time are what you fear so much