Frostbitten and stained with blood are the words of peace and love The golden cross around your neck speaks of greed and a crucified wreck
All I hear as you preach is blinding fools by threats and leach All I see in your hands so wise is our freedom in demise
There's death in the eyes of the savior, beware of the praise There's blood on the hands of the Messiah See through the lies of the snake tongue
We don't need your false salvation or your threats of God's damnation Leave us be is its peace you need or feel the wrath of northern seed
I grasp my hammer of Thor to spite your king of a peasant whore The Norse gods is still my creed For them I live, for them you'll bleedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
