Spellbreaker

Staring with bleak eyes Behind a pale white face The cape of sin has bent down their backs Begged in life and serve in death Below a wooden cross Betrayed by the almighty Sign of Christ When turret clock comes near midnight The church bell calls for their servants Among the sad gaze of the dead Damned to see them all again Right in the middle Of this well known crowd I feel the weakness in every heart Nearly saying these creatures Get what they deserve I recognized we finally must burn Down the spell of lies and greed Crush the church and hang these goatfucking Priests Free the sons and raise The daughters of our soil To claim what is ours