fat priests become the purulent flux of the church

disfigured, desecrated, spitten upon the cross

we hate this god before whom the pauper kneel

steel our heart, steel our soul in ardent desire for death


not even born in the womb restrained to their death

sick of his face on graves and remains

illusions of deliverance and your hail

burn your church, burn the book, with lies about life


in your eyes

pushing us towards tragedy

we're dying

in your minds

filled with war death and pain

we're sinners

in our hearts

saints and sinners are all the same

there's blasphemy

from your church

dictating weird democracy

we're leaving


in your eyes

pushing us towards tragedy

we're dying

in your minds

filled with war death and pain

we're sinners

in our hearts

our hate has condamned you

is nothing but blasphemy

of your church

black plates of carcery

we're stealing


masturbating in bloody hypocracy

lieing about interuption of pregnancy

run away from your own ideology

castigated in bloody monasteries

tragedy of failing and heresy

pouring fire over your sacristies

creed after carnal passion and luxury

your god is dead and will be