God, His Son And Holy Whore - Amon Amarth

Serpent tongue speaks to me

Of a man from southern land

How ancient Gods are enemies

But I don’t understand

Hippocratic voice of love talks of peace and christ

Blasphemer of Gods above

One thousand years of lies

They hold their swords to our throats

And force-feed us with faith

'Bout god, his son and holy whore

But now we retaliate

Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice

Threaten us with hell beneath

Now they all shall die

Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down

Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down

Put them down

Free yourselves from the chains

Of lies that hold you down

Arise to be free again

We’ll fight till we have won

Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ

Power is their only goal

Now they all shall die

Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down

Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down

Mess with us and you will feel

A pain so true yet so unreal

Yeah, use your hate, uncreate

Christian state will mee its fate

God, his son and holy whore

Now you will meet your fate