The Whore

I kneel not before your god
King of pain and blood
His servants in their golden church
Practice his obscene treachery...

Wrath, it shall fill oyur heart
When you see your kingdom fall
An empire of lies
Locked up you shall be, only hearing
The surrounding sermons
That depresive you from your freedom
In your humanity
Lie the answers you seek
You shall not find them in that which is imposed on you.

I kneel not before your god
King of pain and blood
His servants enslave us and spew
Prophets of a fake forgiveness.

Hey, don't listen to their lies
Concealing the imprisoning chains of the great
Whore
Who lurks on her throne
With her faith and her wealth
To capture the weak minded.

I kneel not before your god
King of pain and blood
His servants enslave us and spew
Prophets of a fake forgiveness...