They rot in
their graves
As they rot
in their lies
Rotting inside
The living dead
know only pain
Plague on mankind
"certain men have crept
in unawares"
These old men will soon be
dead for good
"Ye shall know them by their
fruits"
What have they given back to
world?
What good have they done?
Dogs that need to be put out of
their misery
Ravenous wolves
You can't take your money
to hell with you
What you store up here on the
earth will burn to ashes
And Your legacy will be nothing
but a lie
One must wonder what you had to
do to acquire your fools gold
Your just Satan's bitch
Nothing more
nothing less
Just another soul to collect