Gathering on the high ground, ready to strike those imbeciles As there's no god on this planet, under the ground or up the sky How foolish of them to follow the prophet of deception Brainlessly praying to the man in their imagination
The drugs we took enhance our strength, our madness and hatred For this massacre, no trace of them will be left behind While they are praying, now is a perfect time to strike Today marks the bloodshed day of their religion of fools
The priests are beheaded Their prayers are buried alive Scriptures and books are burned The idols are smashed Amber light and smoke Painting the horizon As their place of worship Engulfed in flames
A Pile of ashes and dead bodies, the remains of those brainwashers Their doctrine spreads like disease and tarnishes our mighty kind This purge is the message of our retaliation For we will never welcome an alien god or religion
Filthy gods unwelcomed In this majestic landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
