He was the son of a preacher's whore And there was nothing she didn’t do for The preachers traveling through their land Her holes where opened for all their demands Her slavery was his determination, he became the preacher himself To dominate the weak and insecure to follow him into his kind of salvation Control over the simple minded was easy and so he rose up high His spiritual leadership brought many slaves, they we’re bound to him by their frustration His slaves became an army, their will was his, controlled by fear Preaching one body one faith one mind a thousand fists and eyes He lived the life of a God his influence grew day by day Suppression – Control – Dominance Suppression – Control – Dominance He took – all they had – but that was not enough for his greed So he forced – them to give him – control over their body and their senses Self-mutilation – his command – men shall sew close their eyes and mouth Castration – the last ritual – to finish his perfect fellowship of believers Women where his fighters his sex-slaves and his pride They recruited followers by terrorizing the infidels Decapitating and torturing was their way to spread believe Blood spilling, was his command, he gave to them while copulating The masse bowed under his will, his strength broke kings and nations The preacher, ruler of the world, the son of whore became a God made of mortal flesh Broke down – the women – realized the insanity directing their lives They rose – from their knees – where he kept them under his preachers-fist Freedom – in their minds – gave them strength to break the chains of their fear Eternal – damnation – was the lesser threat to their sanity Than this life he gave them to live He forced them to lead And gave them a constant pain An eternal bleed An unbearable cage Of rules and suppression They finally broke free Gave their anger an expression Violence was the only answer To defeat the religious cancer They killed him out of desire And their weapon was the fire He was their God They realized he’s not Freedom from own hands Is the one tasting best To free themselves They told the rest