Trust not the word of the lamb
For each utterance
Is lie built upon lie
Blessed not is the fragile flock
For each piety proclaimed
Is as waste expelled anew

Submit not to the father nor the son
Nor the righteous whores
Who lap at their feet
Accept not the fraud of paradise
For all citadels of gold
Have long since turned to rust

We shall entrust in the Antichrist
And commit our souls to hell
To believe in Satan is to burn
On the pyres of truth everlasting