Harvesting souls to fund crusades
Pushing false hope, their madness reigns
All in the name ov placebo messiahs
A poisoned world that's damned to pyre
You've lost your self trying to find
Something else to hide behind
So split my skull and drain my eyes
For I must slay this fictitious Christ
Dogmatic principles adorn the farce
Just mortal men with cauld, black hearts
So I will grin this open casket smile
For I'm long dead to this world defiled
I will shite
On your church
Your vestments
Shoved where it hurts
Burn your chapels
To the ground
As you plead
I hear no sound
Virgin whores
Holy ghosts
I have heard
No greater joke
I am reality
That's why you
Cant handle me
(We're) between the legs ov death
