(Lyrics: Araya, King; Music: Hanneman)
Evangelist you claim good speaks through you,
Your restless mouth full of this gains popularity.
You care not for the old that suffer,
When empty pockets cry from hunger.
Penniless from their generosity,
Sharing their money to quench your greed.
Searching for the answer to their prayers
The cry their last wish of need.
Save me.
His spirit lives and breathes in me.
The almighty transformed to you screen.
The meanings lost in its transtation,
No holy words, describe his deception.
You say you'll help us find the lord,
Tell me preacher how do you know.
A simple quest for a visible sartor,
To lead us through our final prayer.
Save me.
Send your donatrans,
Contribute to the cause.
Luxuries.
Your righteous reward ?
Praise the lord, praise god,
Is what you wish to sell:
There is no heaven without a hell.
Lead: Hanneman
In your minds eye could you truely believe,
That by giving you can save your soul,
Could you be so naive !
You heal the sick, raise the dead;
You blind the congregation
With the things you say.
Religious blackmail a deceit of trust,
That death will come and all will be lost.
Can you hear the serpents call,
Look deep in those deceiving eyes.
Ignore the writing on the wall,
You should read between the lies.