Undivine Election Lyrics

Unholy judge on high above / unholy finger you point at everyone / and you sit alone on your moral throne / non do you serve so you've become your own

You must have died / you must have did / you must have died / to have your foolish pride

Black cross within, imagination / while you rid the world of your every sin / so have you become our redemption / a self-righteous master of undivine election