March on christian soldiers,
Immaculate Meth built churches,
behind the instrument of Christ's death,
is where evil lurches.

I believed for so many years,
In what I thought was good,
It wasnt till I fell from grace,
that I fully understood.

I see them at their sabbath,
burning eyes, wicked faces,
hatred is the undertone,
bigotry set free in those places.

They'll leave you writhing in the dirt,
If you dont fall into the line,
attendance in the guise of worship,
going to network, their faith a lie.

The kids they produce are latch key cases,
no true guidance or direction for their hearts,
the bain to mankind, an end to all races,
failing before they even start.

The neglect of todays mistake
will be the doom of tommorow,
It's no giving and too much taking,
breeding our future sorrow.