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 we retaliate
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 fateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
