God, His Son And Holy Whore

Serpent tongue speaks to me
Of a man from southern land
How ancient Gods are enemies
But I don't understand.

Hippocritic voice of love talks of peace and Christ
Blasphemer of Gods above
One thousand years of lies.

They hold their swords to out throats
And force-feed us with faith
'Bout god, his son and holy whore
But now we retaliate.

Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice
Threaten us with hell beneath
Now they all shall die.

Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down.

Free yourselves from the chains
Of lies that hold you down
Arise to be free again
We'll fight till we have won.

Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and Christ
Power is their only goal
Now they all shall die.

Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down.

Mess with us and you will feel
A pain so true yet so unreal.

Yeah, use your hate, uncreate
Christian state will meet its fate.

God, his son and holy whore
Now you will meet your fate.