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Liars of the blood stained cloth bringing false hope to the madness

Promises of paradise

Drip from their forked tongues

Souls as black as night and withered hearts writhe within

While you're on their holy crusade, your children are raped and beaten

All in the name of the lord almighty and so the priests can have their fill

Bow down before me my child and accept this sacred communion

I'll ram it down with ne're a frown

Don't cry sweet child, no, not a sound

His fists are bruised and bloodied from the ritualistic beating of the innocent

The naive will follow their dark fathers and gladly martyr themselves to to their divine cause



He stands over the motionless form, naked as the day he was born

With a quivering hand he strokes his erection and silently praises his god

Bow down before me my child and accept this sacred communion

I'll ram it down with ne're a frown

Don't cry sweet child, no, not a sound

(repeat)