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