Serpent tongue speaks to me
Of a man from southern land
How ancient Gods are enemies
But I don't understand
Hippocratic voice of love talks of peace and christ
Blasphemer of Gods above
One thousand years of lies
They hold their swords to our 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 they all shall die
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down
Put them down
Free yourselves from the chains
Of lies that hold you down
Arise to be free again
We'll fight till we have won
Of a man from southern land
How ancient Gods are enemies
But I don't understand
Hippocratic voice of love talks of peace and christ
Blasphemer of Gods above
One thousand years of lies
They hold their swords to our 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 they all shall die
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down
Put them down
Free yourselves from the chains
Of lies that hold you down
Arise to be free again
We'll fight till we have won
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