Mendacious sheep flock that stole your real face They dressed you in precious robe and Covered your pain with false majesty Sheathed your heart with rails of lying light And conformed your words to their weakness They placed you against us The murderer's faeces contain more divinity Than your blessed altar Mendacious sheep flock that stole your real face They dressed you in precious robe and Covered your pain with majesty They sheathed your heart with rails of lying light And conformed your words to their weakness They placed you against us The wolf's howling groans in their prayers The murderer's faeces contain more divinity Than your blessed altar