Putrid Is My Jacked The Warpaint's On My Face
Satan's Cross Around My Neck Wear Studs On Metal Blades
A Bullet-Belt Diagonal And Two Around My Hip

A Skull Robbed From A Burial Hangs Right Before My Dick
Like Total Death I Look My Ornament's Complete
At Last I'm Fit To Make The Christian $$#-Holes Bleed

[Chorus:]
Right Before A Chapel I Firstly Speak My Curse
The Targets On The Icons To Quench My Vandal-Thirst

I Mock You Christian Lord In Incence You Will Choke
Now Pentagrams Threw Forth