Here he comes as you pray   Like shot lambs you crawl   Here he comes as you pray   Oh, shot lambs now fall      Hear him breathe as you pray   His tongue licks your palms   Feel him seduce when you pray   There's oralsex in his psalms      All the seeds   That you have planted   Upon trinity fields   And those crops that thrive   Inside of you   Grow like thorns   Through your praying hands      Hear him scream as you pray   The cold father and sin   Feel his soft and sick tongue   Lick your christian skin      There's a ruin in the heart of this plain   A rose that withers and dies   So leave the fields and join the insects   Join the lord of flies