Between The Legs Ov Death

Harvesting souls to fund crusades pushing false hope, their madness reigns all in the name ov placebo messiahs a poisoned world that's damned to pyre You've lost your self trying to find something else to hide behind so split my skull and drain my eyes for I must slay this fictitious 'Christ Dogmatic principles adorn the farce just mortal men with cauld, black hearts so I will grin this open casket smile for I'm long dead to this world defiled I will shite on your church your vestments shoved where it hurts Burn your chapels to the ground as you plead I hear no sound Virgin whores holy ghosts I have heard no greater joke I am reality that's why you cant handle me (we're) between the legs ov death