The Shepherd and the Flock - Imprecation

Righteous light, blinding white in their eyes

Herding the Christian flock to their Sunday mass

Holy corpse crucified on the cross

Serving him on their knees, chanting twisted tongues

Raping the angels, Shepherds of the Sabbath

Man of the cloth, man of the Christian faith — why do you come before me?

I spit on your cross, I spit on your saviour, I vomit on words written in stone

Fuck your Lord!

Fuck your Jesus Christ!

Fuck your God!

ALL you worms shall burn!

To the furnace, you’ll meet your Lord and Master

Prince of Hell awaits, sits upon his throne

No holy words can save you now from your fate

There is no Father, Son or Holy Ghost

Greed, lies and envy, your kingdom built on sin

Enchant th flock with roads paved in gold

Rape your children and hid behind your cross

In smoke and fire you’ll meet your judgement — NOW

Speak in riddles and pimp your fucking saviour

And your flock shall bend on their knees

«Come to me, I bring you salvation!»

Bleed those fools whiter than snow

Raping the Sabbath — the Shepherd and the Flock