Raise the crosses on the hill
Slay the aboriginals
Sharp minds now lackadaisical
False light bends their will
From chariots the highborn glare
Their soulless glance a vapid state
False gods, a pointless existence
Unmoved by empty prayers
So c'mon string us up
You fascist motherf**ers
On the cross
The ma**es love dead martyrs
Bleed us thin
There will always be another
Bleating sheep
One eye for another
They'll drink their fill
While we master how to suffer
Who's penned in
When butcher comes to slaughter?