They are thirteen: the pontiff, his priests
The candles they bear enlight their violet gowns
Pontiff: 'Judicamus Donec A Diaboli Laoueis Resispiscant'
At last the words are spoken
The candles hit the ground
The ties with Church are broken
To faith we're no more bound
Foolish senile ba*tards
Shepherds of the weak
Your arrogance will be your ruin
So listen as we speak:
"Numquam A Diaboli
Laqueis Resispiscerent"
An oath of utter destruction
Is what we proclaim on you
A curse forever lasting
Impossible to break through
Your carca** we will skewer
Your tough meat we will skin
Perverting your body-temple
Our goal: the highest sin