Testo Sin Upon Man - Centurian

Sin Upon Man

God is sin
Who shall delivered us From the body of this death?
Too pure to approve god
Too pure to look at god
Our divine nature cannot abide god
God is sin
It has filled the soul
With sickness and disease
Confess it repent of it And thou hath solved any hardships
That besets thee
God is sin
And forever lies
Beneath our wrath