Shotgun blast from my pipe is ripping the war-filled air

With tanks by my side we grind their empty skulls 

In my target I can see tears from their eyes

Let the bullets caress the holy race



I spit on the cross...holy holocaust

I piss on your priest...Jesus is the holy target



Taking their lives, Jesus will die

As I'm pulling the trigger



Missiles toward the house of god, the house which soon is gone

The cross above is crushed and your god he wept

No time for blessings, run for your lives

And we will hunt you down



To the cross you are stuck!



My sight was landscapes filled with crossed holy ones...fire!



I spit on the cross...holy holocaust

I piss on your priest...Jesus is the holy target



Taking their lives, Jesus will die

As I'm pulling the trigger