Текст (слова) песни «Iconoclast»

Lyrics and music: Cherep

Fire and brimstone fly as they preach
Their horror stories of a swift-coming doom
And their fury comes not from those they disdain
But from their own guilt of their mockery of worship

Cathode-ray beggars drain the blood from their bibles
Under the guise of protecting out virtue

Using religion as a tool and a weapon
Moral atrocities beyond compare

If the judgement day occured tomorrow
They'd be the first to be ground into paste
In a world of real fear, we don't need their fiction
Or their silver-lined promises of a life after this