Naer Mataron - Extreme Unction lyrics

The churches may decide what will happen to man in the other world In this world, we the Black Metal order shall decide for our people Mentally deficient, full of bluntness say: "Blessed are the poor in spirit..." Wouldn't it be nice, If they all went to their paradise The one proclaimed by the f**ing Christian Church Into their paradise we'll find ugly and mentally flat women For over half a million years God was sitting Watching men plucking one another's eye And only then had the brilliant idea Of sending his ba*tard son, f**ing Jesus Christ But now the Devil prevails This thing is balderdash We shall let the church to "rot as a gangrened hand" And slay upon their altars the idiots and the old scandal mongers The healthiest part of the Youth shall be with us The plower with his scythe shall ripe the new harvest rightly Burned, mutilated, millions of our ancestors Under Christian psalms of love We shall avenge... we thirst for blood! The churches may decide what will happen to man in the other world In this world, we the Black Metal order shall decide for our people