I listened to the holy prayer
But the teaching is without avail
I woke up to a beautiful morning
On a joyful Sunday
Just keep preaching the word of god
But I’ll pay no attention to your message
I’ll make the sign of the cross
With a sharp knife to your body
On Sunday morning you’re about to go to mass
The church has been rebuilt to sports hall
The foolish flock has room inside
Every sheep bleats in front of you
If you think yourself to be a prophet
Crucify yourself for your flock
I don’t give my soul for deceptive words
I wash my sins in holy water
You’re surrounded by mass of idiots
To whom the scourge of god struck down
All of them believe in you fallen on their knees
But holy water is of no use for bloodlust | 
