Heretic Hunters

In the sign of the sacrament On the banner of thorns On the seventh of days in the Bible, we are born Break the heart of a reverend On a sabbath at dawn On the final of days, not a God came to forewarn Venomous, feverous, force us to run We are credulous, ominous, thy kingdom come One, one, one with the pyres at dawn We are the heretic hunters tonight We are the heretic hunters for life By the hand of our belief And the harvest of the night Hand up for heretic life We are sons of the wilderness By the sound of the horn Running faster than light and we hunt 'em 'til the dawn We are done with the heaven-sent No messiah we mourn In the sermon at night, full of hatred and of scorn Venomous, feverous, force us to shout We are tenebrous, poisonous, hellbent and loud Uncrowned, hold up the sacrilege proud We are the heretic hunters tonight We are the heretic hunters for life By the hand of our belief And the harvest of the night Hand up for heretic life We are the heretic hunters all wild We are the heretic hunters for life Never forced down to our knees We're the hardest in the fight Fist up for heretic life