Serpent tongue speaks to me   Of a man from southern land   How ancient gods are enemies   But I don't understand      Hippocritic voice of love talks of peace and christ   Blasphemer of gods above   One thousand years of lies      They hold their swords to out throats   And force-feed us with faith   'bout god, his son and holy whore   But now we retaliate      Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice   Threaten us with hell beneath   Now we retaliate      Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down      Free yourselves from the chains   Of lies that hold you down   Arise to be free again   We'll fight till we have won      Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ   Power is their only goal   Now they all shall die      Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down      Mess with us and you will feel   A pain so true yet so unreal      Yeah, use your hate, uncreate   Christian state will mee it's fate      God, his son and holy whore   Now you will meet your fate