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 whores 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 whores Die - Vile sons of Abraham Solos - R.C.