I believe in the sacred
The vision divine
The ever eternal
And the god sublime
And I believe in desire
And I believe in lust
And the man forever
Trapped by animal past
So praised be to God, and their conviction
I hear the baying howls of the mob
Scream for the blood of witches
Black clad servants, slave to God
Your men pedophiles, our daughters turned to who*es
Who shall we blame, for startin' the fire
Who shall we march on to the streets
And hang with piano wire
You ask what I am, well here's what I'm not:
A believer in hope, a savior of souls
(Nor a) disciple of fate, resigned to the fall
Die - You sons of who*es
Die - Vile sons of Abraham