not so long ago, on a cold december day   you let my father die in solitude and pain   once he was your son, and baptised in your name   if this is now you treat him, then violence is my way      cut-throat urges   i need to spill some holy blood      beautiful words, but hollow promises   the goodness of god is a fucking joke      get out of your heavenly palace   and show your real face      how can people believe in this shit   how can they be so naive      not so long ago, on a cold december day   you took all hope in my life away   once I had respect, and hallowed was your name   if this is how you treat me, then violence is my way