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