Nail them to the cross!
Prophetic crucifixion
Nail them to the cross I say
Crucified in pernicious pain
They shouldn't breath for another day
Come now all your prophets
Spreaders of lies and fallacies
March up through the hill of Golgotha
Become martyrs of your own disgrace
They want to sell you a soul and a posthumous stay in heaven
They want to wash your heritage with the rotten water of their fishes
It is time to annihilate them all
Eradicate them and eat away their filthy memories
To slay the proselytized cunts that believed
And make way for the fountain that comes to cleanse
To never trust any saint or his magic tricks for fools
Is the only real guidance that a true god can ever give you
Nail them to the cross!
Long enough my spirit has wandered
Across the averred blackness of the halls of eternity
Countless myths my sword has crushed in the dead of night
Both sinners and saints crumble in fear before satanic might
I seek nothing beyond this earthly death
Nor do I care about fairytales of heaven and hell
I don't deny the gods I've come to known
But not all things shiny are made of gold
Sacred men and demigods I've come to see
Monks and philosophers jerking off over their fantasies
Behold the shining edge of my thirsty steel
As damned dirty pigs I'll make you all squeal
Nail them to the cross!