Sign from pulpit through the church
Faces like silent crypt
Hear to words of a greed priest

And he lies even in prayer
Drop of sweat on his temple
Give away the derisive sin

He's writhe between amused candles
And talks to the crowd withered
Nonsense

Queue of faithful blind lambs
Waiting for messiah's body
They lick the hands of clown

Thanking with collection for blessing
Queue of faithful blind lambs
Waiting for messiah's blood

But it's only cheap red wine
Not-send by heaven
Let them burn at stake

Rip their skins again
Mentor of many names
Now look at you with grief

Pain, emptiness
Bitter truth like carrion
Pain of bloody tempels

Nothing more around your faith
Empty words to all the figures
Rotten fruit of mercy