Blood and Sermons (Preacher ft. Deacon & Benjamin)

Bow your heads… or lose them.

The Lord speaks through fire, and I’m His executioner.

Welcome to the congregation of death…

I’m the voice of the damned, prophet of the street,

Bible drippin’ gasoline, faith soaked in heat.

Crosses made of shrapnel, sermons forged in lead,

My gospel’s Armageddon, resurrection of the dead.

Congregation in flames, my hymns are explosions,

I baptize with napalm, divine corrosions.

Kneel in the dust, let your sins combust,

In Calypso’s game, in Preacher we trust.

Blood and sermons, scripture in the fire,

Twisted faith, feeding on desire.

Bibles burn, the hymns turn to screams,

Preacher rides eternal, fueled by dreams.

I don’t preach peace, I don’t preach love,

I preach bullets raining down from above.

Every rival’s a sinner, every sinner’s a feast,

I serve communion with the barrel, I am the beast.

Ride in my hearse, stained glass shatters,

Every verse I spit makes the pavement splatter.

Calypso promised glory, I promised pain,

And I’ll keep my covenant in twisted chains.

Blood and sermons, scripture in the fire,

Twisted faith, feeding on desire.

Bibles burn, the hymns turn to screams,

Preacher rides eternal, fueled by dreams.

Choir of the damned, sing with your last breath,

Every hallelujah is a hymn to death.

Deacon to my left, Benjamin to my right,

Together we deliver holy war in the night.

I’m the Deacon of destruction, second in command,

Torches in my grip, Bible burning in hand.

Preacher showed me light, but it came through fire,

Now I’m preaching sin with a bullet choir.

Benjamin the disciple, twisted from the start,

Raised on the doctrine of a blackened heart.

I’m the choirboy lost, turned a soldier of sin,

Preacher’s voice in my head, now the devil’s within.

So kneel to the prophet, the priest of decay,

Your prayers are the fuel that lights my way.

I’ll drive through the gates with my sermon of steel,

Twisted Metal salvation, the end is real.

Blood and sermons, scripture in the fire,

Twisted faith, feeding on desire.

Bibles burn, the hymns turn to screams,

Preacher reigns eternal in Calypso’s dreams.