Transfiguration (The Way of the Strong)

If Jesus made wine out of water
Then I'll make wolves out of sheep
I'll commence with the slaughter
And pull you into the deep

Hate is ever growing within me
I despise anyone without a will to be free
Senseless drone without aim or purpose
Living life as an animated carcass
I'll send you straight to the furnace
Your fears will never again surface

If Jesus made wine out of water
Then I'll make wolves out of sheep
I'll savor the slaughter
And pull you into the deep

Hate is ever growing within me
I despise anyone without a will to be free
Mindless faces in combustion
A feverish breakout of destruction
Blood pours forward ever gushing
Feel my power of construction

Faces flayed, unrecognizable
Beaten to a pulp
Seared by flames, scorched
By the fires of hell

Falling freely into the darkness
Engulfed by the void
Living darkness, eternal torture
Perpetual death

If Jesus made wine out of water
Then I'll make wolves out of sheep
I'll continue the slaughter
And pull you into the deep