Their putrid, rotten insides stained with foul belief Disemboweled I see them for what they are: Spreaders of the disease Kneeling like dogs in the dirt Fools to the words of the priests Blinded by their lies, a gospel of the weak A contagion so divine, the carriers ridden with guilt But through bloodshed I prevail, containing the spread of the filth Hack off the heads of the preachers of God The sickening faith in divine creation The mindless praying for unjustified salvation Beliefs built on hollow foundations The preachers sentenced to decapitation Trophies for the murderer's throne: The heads of those he abhors Reenactments of the crucifixion; bodies nailed to the doors Altars of nazarene painted with blood, no cross left unturned Violence supreme, exalt the extreme, all houses of God must be burned Kneeling like dogs in the dirt Fools to the words of the priests Blinded by their lies, a gospel of the weak Hack off the heads of the preachers of God The stench reaching for miles, of bodies that litter the ground Now maggots abode, their innards explode, in rotting pus I am crowned My thankless labour of hate invariably must go on For no matter how many of them I cut down, still more come Kneeling like dogs in the dirt Fools to the words of the priests Blinded by their lies, a gospel of the weak Hack off the heads of the preachers of God Hack off the heads of the preachers of God