Prophetic crucifixion Nail them to the cross I say Crucified in pernicious pain They shouldn't breath for another day
Come now all you prophets Spreaders of lies and fallacies March up through the hill of Golgotha Become martyrs of your own disgrace
They want to sell you a soul and a posthumous stay in heaven They want to wash your heritage with the rotting water of their fishes
It is time to annihilate them all Eradicate them and eat away their filthy memories Let's crucify the proselytized cunts that believed And make way for the fountain that comes to cleanse
To never trust any saint or his magic tricks for fools Is the only real guidance that a true god can ever give you
Nail them to the cross!
Long enough my spirit has wandered Across the averred blackness of the halls of eternity Countless myths my sword have crushed in the dead of nights Both sinners and saints crumble in fear before satanic might I seek nothing beyond this earthly death Nor do I care about fairy tales of heaven and hell I don't deny the gods I've come to known But not all things shiny are made of gold Sacred men and demigods I've come to see Monks and philosophers jerking off over their fantasies Behold the shining edge of my thirsty steel As damned dirty pigs I'll make you all squeal
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