Turbonegro - Suburban Anti-Christ lyrics

That are lies about you Waited 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 require 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 who*e So much lost, so much forgotten So what? I choose to be blasphemer, 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 k** him and his kind Crucify the crippled The devil is a lie Awake, awake deep thanetos The sea becomes the sky Dividing with the sword of khoz To purge the oberammergau Chronicles defame me Chemicals inflame me I was born to rule your world And none shall ever tame me That are lies about you Waited for worlds to die without you