My Lord of Swine Lyrics


Immaculate Lord of treacherous sow

With deceit hold sway to a pigsty church

True gods spurn Your brainwashing canon

That ecclesiastical pigpen

  My Lord of swine bristly procurer

Exquisite aroma from elixir of craft

Thy seat in the sky is far from oracle

Fast will drop Thy snout from nobility

  Reprisal for sincere damnations

Papal hogs cleanse in their slops

  Sire? God of the dirt

Portals to Hell clogged with goodness

Faultless porkers fattened for gluttony

Fill our table with the God sent

  Biers of Catholic bones

Supporting chaffed Eucharist

Dissever all of that hypocrisy

Again papal hogs cleanse in their slops