The Pact

In a night in the woods of Saint-Jean D'Angely
The king and the pope met to conspire against us
We become rich in order to purchase the world
And to have the right to humiliate clergy and kingdom
We worship divine honours to a head of a goat
Sacrifice to the epitome of evil
It's we who give obscene kisses on the back parts
Of our grand master, Jaques De Molay

We do pacts with the bearded idol
Have intercourse with female demons
We sin against our father
Against the son through hatred
We are jesuits who failed
Hate the roman catholic doctrine
We were accursed of heresey
We perished in flames of inquisition

Spit blood upon the image of christ, deny god's
Holy scriptures and the holy ghost's splendour
Worshipping the demon in form of a goat and swearing
The oath of allegiance for eternity

Monstrous, infernal, dark
Blasphemous, horrible, evil

The monstrous idol saved Jaques De Molay
From the flames of redemption
The king and the pope were banned forever from heaven's
Tribunal to the depths of a bottomless pit