Covered with false canvas, drilled by the stone
You mortify your flesh and fragile bones
How empty your mind, how dead is your world
Where the stinking carrion becomes the absolute
Look at the fat priest when he rapes your child
This is the dogma of your belief, the divine pride
It is not a religion, but phantasmagoria
To hear the heavenly choir
Anal Christ euphoria
Leave your children in the hands of perverts
Let the hosts rip their anus open
Look at the act of holy creation
This is the only way to salvation
It is not a religion, but phantasmagoria
To hear the heavenly choir
Anal Christ euphoria
I am the voice of reason, the marrow in your bones
Paralysis not letting you kneel down
Look through the eyes of truth, when you cry
They laugh
Two thousand years have been enough
...have been enough
This is proof of the holiness of stigmatics
This is the supreme mystery of belief
This is the truth of their devotion
That the most blood flowed out of their anus
Look at the fat priest when he rapes your child
This is the dogma of your belief, the divine pride
It is not a religion, but phantasmagoria
To hear the heavenly choir
Anal Christ euphoria

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