The holy water is befouled The sacred knives are dull Out of the womb and into submission What else is man but a flock of sheep? And what else do sheep give birth but sheep? A poisonous legacy they leave behind The poison chalice of servility Their own flesh and blood they pawn To poisoners and foes of the earth The heavenly with the forked tongues Every lunacy needs a host to thrive Young spirits, tame and soft Young flesh, it does not resist The little child, dehumanized and uprooted The knife cuts deep, the child it screams It shall calm his lust lifelong Just remember where you belong Forever a sheep, forever a slave The marking of the slave on its head The finger that created it shall rot A part of the flock and even in d**h not redeemed This is what they will preach to you Little child, look at these rusty chains Impetuous minds they will not hold for long Bethink and free yourself Take back, what was stolen The cults of d**h shall cease Deny them flesh and blood Starve them all to d**h Nobody left to preach To lose the chains of injustice And untie the chords of the yoke The holy water is befouled The sacred knives are dull Out of the womb and into submission