Come on, accuse me of curse for not believing
That your the crucifix of timber and the solution

Today i assume be damned, and paid a penance
For not believing that the saint of mud and a salvation

The worst part of a black altar,left me be created by dogs,
Which killed. and said in the name of god

The theater has yet to convince many, but the mask is falling, do not do anything until the truth be revealed

Each one with your thought do not am going to tell what it is right neither what is wrong

Centuries to spreading terror in the underworld, but i survived all the lies of the religious mafia

Now i will accuse them of fucking for not believing that my fables are the solutions

Assume be cursed, and pay the penance for believing that heaven of mud and washes brain save our souls

Fuck up