Their putrid, rotten insides stained with foul belief
Disemboweled I see them for what they are: Spreaders of the disease
Disemboweled I see them for what they are: Spreaders of the disease
Kneeling like dogs in the dirt
Fools to the words of the priests
Blinded by their lies, a gospel of the weak
A contagion so divine, the carriers ridden with guilt
But through bloodshed I prevail, containing the spread of the filth
Hack off the heads of the preachers of God
The sickening faith in divine creation
The mindless praying for unjustified salvation
Beliefs built on hollow foundations
The preachers sentenced to decapitation
Trophies for the murderer's throne: The heads of those he abhors
Reenactments of the crucifixion bodies nailed to the doors
Altars of nazarene painted with blood, no cross left unturned
Violence supreme, exalt the extreme, all houses of God must be burned
Kneeling like dogs in the dirt
Fools to the words of the priests
Blinded by their lies, a gospel of the weak
Hack off the heads of the preachers of God
The stench reaching for miles, of bodies that litter the ground
Now maggots abode, their innards explode, in rotting pus I am crowned
My thankless labour of hate invariably must go on
For no matter how many of them I cut down, still more come
Kneeling like dogs in the dirt
Fools to the words of the priests
Blinded by their lies, a gospel of the weak
Hack off the heads of the preachers of God
Hack off the heads of the preachers of God
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