Between The Legs Ov Death

Harvesting souls to fund crusades
Pushing false hope, their madness reigns
All in the name ov placebo messiahs
A poisoned world that's damned to pyre

You've lost your self trying to find
Something else to hide behind
So split my skull and drain my eyes
For I must slay this fictitious Christ

Dogmatic principles adorn the farce
Just mortal men with cauld, black hearts
So I will grin this open casket smile
For I'm long dead to this world defiled

I will shite
On your church
Your vestments
Shoved where it hurts

Burn your chapels
To the ground
As you plead
I hear no sound

Virgin whores
Holy ghosts
I have heard
No greater joke

I am reality
That's why you
Cant handle me

(We're) between the legs ov death