Cross is the place

By the rage of lord I'm your soldier My soul is yours I'm grateful Of your help Your rage enchants me For fighting those lying bastards For you Only you Oh lord His bastards came after us His blind minded slaves Wanted Normal Unworthy Those coward fuckers Who must be sacrificed By us By chosen By worthy Non actual believers Full of shit All those posers Deserves death All traitors Dark stain to the belief All sinners Cross is the place Die On the cross Cross is the place