Amon Amarth - God, His Son & Holy Whore lyrics

Serpent tongue speaks to me Of a man from southern land How ancient gods are enemies But I don't understand Hippocratic voice of love Talk of peace and Christ Blasphemer of gods above One thousand years of lies They hold their swords to our throats And force-feed us with faith 'Bout god, his son and holy who*e But now we retaliate Prophets of a false believe Talk with tongue of ice Threaten us with hell beneath Now we retaliate Turn the blade around Put the oppressors down Turn the blade around Put the oppressors down Put them down Free yourselves from the chains Of lies that hold you down Arise to be free again We'll fight till we have won Priests of Hippocratic love Talk of peace and Christ Power is their only goal Now they all shall die Turn the blade around Put the oppressors down Turn the blade around Put the oppressors down Mess with us and you will feel A pain so true yet so unreal Mess with us, you will feel A pain so true yet so unreal So unreal Yeah, use your hate, uncreate Christian state will meet its fate God, his son that holy who*e Now you will meet your fate