The bitches dressed in virgin's white   With solemn proposition   Approach to sacred altars   And assholes still believe in happy ends...   I watch you reading psalms and crying   While death comes to your kingdom   Just like anyone who wants to come back home      ...and terrible visions of flesh burned   And piled in cages towered by   The faker gods that fatten your filthy wombs...   Dead children... some gold to steal...      And god showed me the way   To kill the demons and diseases   We need your blood to fight   The evil of these acts...   And sitting on the right side   Of the king of putrefaction   The willings will build cradles for the bones...      Kill! Kill! Kill!   Kill! Kill! Kill!   Kill! Kill! Kill!      And after nothing but sweet lullabies   And tender smiles on the rotten cheeks   Of mothers and their sons   I know well how you'll clean your souls   With honours and devotion   But I'm the cry, I'm mourning, I'm the truth...