Our Way of Life and War on Terra by Thinking Plague Lyrics

You will sweat without complaint
Expend your flesh, would-be saint
In sacrifice and self-restraint
'til death your soul has bidden

Thy kingdom come
Deaf and dumb
Thy will be done!

And when our tool, your body fails
We'll use your tears to cool the nails
To hang you in your own travail
Then throw you in the midden