Burn in your, your fucking cross I should kill all your stupid slaves
Blood in the floor,
Oh how I love that beautiful thought Father,
High in the sky,
You should fall from your diseased throne High in the sky,
ooh fuck you That’s all lies for fools - lies,
fucking lies I am no son of yours I speak the tongue of the serpent Herege!
I'll see your churches burning to the ground I refuse to accept your faith