Your senility reflects your dying religion Decades of reign among the perverted lambs Praising tolerance and forgiveness But concealing Holy Inquisition's deeds Shaking but never wanking Anus of humanity In the name of heathen ancestors I shoot the pope Impotent pedophile pig I'll cut your flaccid dick And I'll nail it on your forehead Does it remind you something? I know you won't live for a long time now But you don't even deserve one more day Will your weak soul forgive me? Of course not you master of hypocrisy I'll pray for your pain Tortured by the burnt heretics Shoot the pope