From Eagle To Cross

Addicted to God
Awaiting the end of days
With martyred flesh
Strewn across death beds of clay
A bronze age myth
In the shadow of an eagle
With snakes and tongues, and the war tempests rattle
Addicted to God, I hold the props of death
Scythe, mist and skull, and cloak of hooded dread
From the boiling rage of war, scowling pestilence awakens
Fallen knights rot, with hungry graves awaiting
I'm the offspring of chaos
The croaking face of grim
From eagle to cross. To absolve all from sin
Wearing sackcloth and ashes
A dire monster sent
From Caesar to pope, on bended knees repent
Addicted to God
My sacred words are hollow
The slain care little, if they lead or follow
In the bray of horns, crusaders keep the faith
Singing hallelujah, to the rusting pearly gates
Addicted to God
Awaiting the end of days
With martyred flesh
Strewn across death beds of clay
A bronze age myth
In the shadow of an eagle
With snakes and tongues, and the war storms above