Where the slime live
(They are the lowest forms of life)
Where the slime breed
(They make a new one too corrupted)
When the wind blows
(The winds of truth are blowing now)
And the cradle falls... down

Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lies
Their poison lingers
What a tragedy when their fingers are removed

Where the slime live
Their burning dogma
Introducting to our minds - lies
They plot for the total control of the morals
And what a tragedy when the ?god-hearts? are removed

They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see
The burn
I see the smoke of the funerals rising
God lives in their hearts now laid ro rest

What a sight
As their kingdom comes tumbling down
We burn - the ones with contrite souls be gone !

Long gone are the filthy liars
Long gone are their filthy lies
I know they?ll come again some day