On the thrashold of the church
I open the gates
White holy walls
Drenched with human blood
A pool full of baby corpses
Drowned in baptismal water
An offering of the body deceased
Body of christ
Entombed behind the ground
Of this deadly church
God's eyes are watching me now
A heart surrounded by a thornscrown
Dripping blood over the chalice
That now I must drink
Holy water is like
Melted red-hot steel
Spilling over my head