Last night I see you you were howling at the moon

If I ever see you again it will be too soon

The house that you live in will burn down to the ground

And you will be humiliated every time you go to town



Death to the infidel

Death to the infidel



Think this is fiction but I know it's fact

The evil you hand out is evil you get back

So you won't mind if I put you on a rack

If you deal in bullshit you are bound to own a sack



Death to the infidel

Death to the infidel



A life of pain in your own little hell

It's your own aggression and nobody else

You will never have children you've got a sterile mind

Your wife will be murdered in a senseless domestic crime



Death to the infidel

Death to the infidel