If you are the son of Adam Then I am the rock of Cain To your Abel To cast the tone of sin In your arms And bring a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther did you know you were able To piece the tongues of liars The gospel of ruin from the heretics age Strait from the mouth of fire A lone martyr on the hill of perdition Broken flesh that many traitors confess A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemed lead from the printers press Oh Luther did you know you were able To piece the tongues of liars The gospel of ruin from the heretics age Strait from the mouth of fire This papacy of devout Stinking eye to heaven Oh death were is thy sting Oh grief were is thy victory Oh light you are a shining pawn Oh Lucifer did you know did you see