I've read all these words that are lies about you   Waiting for worlds to die without you   And I will wait no more   Heaping virgins around me   I summon the Oberammergau   The hell-mouth   And I command this maw      To split   And Moloch spit      This cumbersome concept that men call the beast   I require its head on my wall   My brothers desire a feast   Oberammergau      Black Pope now!   The Anti-Christ   Spawn of Satan, the Anti-Christ   Or maybe it's nothing at all   Lost prophecy of the peasant whore      So much lost   So much forgotten   So what...      I choose to be a blasphemer   To bring your kind to heel   Bring forth the beast, cleave him with my steel      Your gilded domes mask perversions   Your mildewed tomes beg for inversion   Black Pope. the hell-mouth spoke   To me, it's all the same   Religion is for the weak   A haven for the lame      I will crush your Anti-Christ   Kill him and his kind   Crucify the crippled   The Devil is a lie      Awake, awake deep Thanetos!   The sea becomes the sky   Divided with the Sword of Khoz   To purge the Oberammergau      Chronicles defame me   Chemicals inflame me   I was born to rule your world   And no you shall never tame me