Your frequent duty to pay - each day For his sacrifice - disguise By ten commandments - Torments your life for the Priest. You can't help yourself, You can help noone. You must help obey 'em! You must obey 'em! You must obey 'em! You must obey 'em! Because you're fukkin slave! Rotten smell of faithfull decease Spreads its power worldwide.. The zealot crowd's increase... Dozens of dead souls are waiting for the Renaissance In their Hell, in their own abyss of hate... In abyss of hate...