Preachers of the ancient lies   Hypocrisy the golden rule   I'm laughing with sardonic wrath   At each of your ten commands      Crush the skull - sacrifice   Crush the skull - die Christ      Cursed are the poor in spirit   For they shall be spat upon   Cursed are the weak in mind   For they shall inherit the yoke      Crush the skull - sacrifice   Crush the skull - die Christ      I gaze into his glassy eyes   And pluck him by the beard   I uplift a broadaxe   And split open his worm eaten skull      Crush the skull - sacrifice   Crush the skull - die Christ      Blessed are the strong in mind   For they shall possess the earth   Blessed are the evil ways   (the sins of life)   For they shall enlight the blind      Crush the skull - sacrifice   Crush the skull - die Christ