To some it is salvation To others it is hell To all it is the will Of the anointed one Two thousand year old struggle In which we have been locked The day the Nazarene Declared himself the rock He descends from the blackened skies To where in the hell which we lie To lord his triumph o'er d**h We wait with baited breath A madman on his throne A sinner unto his own Kiss the ring of sodomy And seal them in their homes This yoke you call tradition Slips tight around your throat It has driven us to madness And others to the goat We ascend into the sky From where in hell which we lie It's is no use to call him a liar When you're cast into the lake of fire