Spears of Faith

Ye who seek my downfall, fingers locked in prayer, know my raging steel!

Though your hands be empty, god's will is your blade

I will slay you swiftly

Wails on the wind, striking at my soul

Swaying the threads of my fate

Their cowardly cries inspire my vengeance

Hope sundered, icons smashed

With your incantations you hurls spears of faith, slyly plot against me

In your pious raiment, virtue is your mail

But there's no salvation

Those who dare to hinder the lord of Degsa's stone

My ruthlessness will mute their whispered pleas

Hopelessly beseeching behind a feckless shield

Heaven's grace shall offer no reprieve