Hypocrisy makes church
From the first stone to the bell tower
A child cries under the altar
His mouth is foaming with Hera's cum
And no, it's not a good place to hide, under the benches
Nor in the confessional
The executioners of prevailing morality stroll proudly with their axes
Bleeding axes, rusty axes
For centuries and centuries
The son of God cries, nailed to a corner
His nails are stone, his eyes are dead donkey eaten by ants
His hands no longer bless if someone tries to lift their head, someone yells
Quiet there, now it's our turn!
To violently restore communion
What will he do?
Two thousand years devouring his flesh and blood
Weaken anyone, human-divine rule
Yes, I know there are words and multitudes descending the slope
When night is belly up
Bright letters like the diamond of the deepest cutie
From original Africa
Letters that scream for blasphemy
For radical freedom, for systematic destruction
The only existing method, unique truth
And God knows this war will have to be lost
He knows but doesn't recognize it, it's useless
Even if he did, no one would listen
His son was sacrificed and buildings defiant of natural order were built upon him
Graves are just the beginning for a larger grave yet
The tomb of humanity
That now, finally, someone is trying to destroy
Sing the Ode to Blasphemy, brothers!
Sing!
Until the infinite blackness kneels down
If you all really lift your heads
link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5SRV8LQDCU
From the first stone to the bell tower
A child cries under the altar
His mouth is foaming with Hera's cum
And no, it's not a good place to hide, under the benches
Nor in the confessional
The executioners of prevailing morality stroll proudly with their axes
Bleeding axes, rusty axes
For centuries and centuries
The son of God cries, nailed to a corner
His nails are stone, his eyes are dead donkey eaten by ants
His hands no longer bless if someone tries to lift their head, someone yells
Quiet there, now it's our turn!
To violently restore communion
What will he do?
Two thousand years devouring his flesh and blood
Weaken anyone, human-divine rule
Yes, I know there are words and multitudes descending the slope
When night is belly up
Bright letters like the diamond of the deepest cutie
From original Africa
Letters that scream for blasphemy
For radical freedom, for systematic destruction
The only existing method, unique truth
And God knows this war will have to be lost
He knows but doesn't recognize it, it's useless
Even if he did, no one would listen
His son was sacrificed and buildings defiant of natural order were built upon him
Graves are just the beginning for a larger grave yet
The tomb of humanity
That now, finally, someone is trying to destroy
Sing the Ode to Blasphemy, brothers!
Sing!
Until the infinite blackness kneels down
If you all really lift your heads
link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5SRV8LQDCU
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