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Vatican City, the land where lies are spun

The leader of the fools stands before the foul masses

They gather there to sing his praises

And swallow down every word of shit that's said

They kneel before him like sheep before the sheppard

They blindly trust him as he covers up the truth

The mark of the cross you wear

will be the mark for your death

Death to those who kneel

before the pope for his minions have violated trust

Many lies have been unraveled

many lives have been shattered

They are forever scarred

One day they will fight back

And destroy those who violated them

Houses of foul worship

Will become a chamber for their death

Victory for those who've been shamed

Defrocked priests will perish in flames

And if you worship the cross

Then you'll be part of Catholicaust

Catholicaust

Kill at any Cost

Nailed to a cross

Catholicaust

If you kneel before the pope

If you drink the blood of christ

If you live by the fucking cross

Then you'll die by the fucking cross

In Catholicaust