Shotgun blast from my pipe is ripping the war-filled air   With tanks by my side we grind their empty skulls    In my target I can see tears from their eyes   Let the bullets caress the holy race      I spit on the cross...holy holocaust   I piss on your priest...Jesus is the holy target      Taking their lives, Jesus will die   As I'm pulling the trigger      Missiles toward the house of god, the house which soon is gone   The cross above is crushed and your god he wept   No time for blessings, run for your lives   And we will hunt you down      To the cross you are stuck!      My sight was landscapes filled with crossed holy ones...fire!      I spit on the cross...holy holocaust   I piss on your priest...Jesus is the holy target      Taking their lives, Jesus will die   As I'm pulling the trigger