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 its fate
  
   God, his son and holy whore
   Now you will meet your fate