The Bastard Son Of Satan (Jesus Christ)

Uproot my faith andI will kiss your brow, NazareneWhile drops of your sweat will plough deep wrinklesStrip off my willAnd I will repay you with prayers and confessionsBut bless the sick focusIn the name of the fatherArise Christ andFrom the height of Golgotha pray to die againArise Christ to die againIn the name of the fatherSpew Jew kingSouls for the beast and fire for vicars,Falling in pain,Sate my conscience with your bodyAnd quench my rage with bloodTeach us master, to fall in pain.We were full of your food,Drunk with your wine and we rested togetherOn the meager blanket of straw.In the name of the fatherArise Christ andFrom the height of Golgotha pray to die againArise Christ to die againUproot my faith andI will kiss your brow, NazareneWhile drops of your sweat will plough deep wrinklesWhite were the clouds that dirtied your skyLike the eyes of they who handed down the testimony.And listen to the toad croaking in the swarm of the impureAnd pray to die again.