The Scourge of Existence

We stay inside, rebelling against the law
We fuck the rules
Of the proper thinking path
We spread the cult
Of nightmare, violent dreams
We hate the ones who bow to the wooden cross

Burn saint signs
Burn the cross
Burn church flags
Crush pope bones
The devil leads our souls to fight
Freedom rises on a pile of burning nuns
Satan's call for the victory of lust
Annihilate the whole holy fucking world

Burn saint signs
Burn the cross
Burn church flags
Crush pope bones

This is revenge for a thousand years of lies
This is revenge for burning witches' piles
This is revenge for sadistic tendencies
This is the final day for the kingdom of the church

Death will take all the rotten bodies of priests
Death will cut the head of fucking Christ
The beast will rape the dirty womb of a nun
This is the collapse of a fucking holy world

We stay inside, rebelling against the law
We fuck the rules
Of proper thinking path
We spread the cult
Of nightmare, violent dreams
We hate the ones who bow to the wooden cross

Burn saint signs
Burn the cross
Burn church flags
Crush pope bones