Pillage the Altar
Pillage the Altar
Treacherous blasphemy they called it.
Poetry it was.
No option; altar goes.
Spilling the holy muck-savage's trinkets.
They are dead,
Because their heads were chopped off.
Frittering their insect lives
Worshipping the whores that gave birth
To them.
One hundred gold pieces I would give
To see the Archbishop's floundering despair
As he wrestles with total incomprehension.
His Beautiful Church,
Is a tattered shit-pile.
Saquear el Altar
Saquear el Altar
Traicionera blasfemia le llamaron.
Era poesía.
Sin opción; el altar se va.
Derramando la mugre sagrada - baratijas del salvaje.
Ellos están muertos,
Porque les cortaron la cabeza.
Desperdiciando sus vidas insectoides
Adorando a las putas que les dieron vida
Cien monedas de oro daría
Por ver la desesperación vacilante del Arzobispo
Mientras lucha con total incomprensión.
Su Hermosa Iglesia,
Es un montón de mierda desgarrada.