Lord of the pigs, miserable and coward god
That falsified our ancient pagan tradition
Lord of the slaves and eternal enemy
Of our primitive and intolerant forces

Against your false and vain creation and your bastard parasite
Chosen people we will fight
We raise our banner with the sign of hatred
Pointing our weapons to Heaven
Against your bastard people of slaves
We declare war until we reach victory
Mixture of pigs and men
We will kill your women and will rape your daughters!

In war against Yaveh
In war against the synagogue

Let the rabies burn and the prophets tremble
In their crypts desecrated by us
Our armies will never sleep again
Until the last of their descendants is dead

In war against Yaveh
In war against the synagogue

Listen to me, Yaveh
Incubator of Golems and Shedims
We don't feel intimidated by your offensive weapons
Your army is rotting
Your face now is rotting!

I will see you hungry
Next to your bastard children
Drink of the excrement manna, which is their true food

I will see you hungry
Next to your bastard children
Drink of the excrement manna, which is their true food

Death to Yaveh! Death to Yaveh!
Fire to his temples and destruction to his nation
Death to Yaveh! Death to Yaveh!
Punishment until his pores sweat the impure blood of their children
Your holy flags seals your graves already
And desecrated by our hands
Pain of the prophets and leprosy of your children
Bless our black souls
Thief of thieves, already dead is the false king of kings, illusions redeemer
There is no Nazarene that resurrect
Nor nails and thorns that save your people

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