In satisfaction of their own false god, they carelessly invoke on hollow faith
Yet again with this endless foolishness, proven is the quilt of the Holy Book

Chorus:

Turn towards the priests of madness
Return into the fields of sadness
Salvation for the price of reason

Through Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Ill salvation for the timid
Sinner you are and one you will be
A hypocrite of morbid faith

Fools with no self-respect
Force us their holy kingdom
The moor of faint sheep
We spit on your false redeemer

Remains of an ancient cult
Follow the limbs of Yahweh
Blind as rats they can't see
They are slaves of this fucking faith

Kneel at the altar and feast on your Lord's blood
Consume the flesh of your impotent savior

Pages filled with foul anthems, praising the feeble swindler
Can't you see that in the end you'll be the ones who fade?

Chorus:

Turn towards the priests of madness
Return into the fields of sadness
Salvation for the price of reason

Through Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Ill salvation for the timid
Sinner you are and one you will be
A hypocrite of morbid faith (huuto)

Disguised in a crown of thorns
A Holy man with twisted aims
Turn to us, reveal your face
Hidden means behind a pious veil

Mocking your vain protector
We laugh at your holy prayers
Your frailty is a joy to me
Mockery of your glorified god

Chorus:

Through Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Ill salvation for the timid
Sinner you are and one you will be
A hypocrite of morbid faith

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