Bathory: Crawl to your cross

Born by womb untouched by manOr a horny mortal man's errorFlower power prophet of oneSpelled dog in the mirrorYou hide behind stained glass windowsIn fear of real world outsideKneeling prostitute your soulsTo reach his kingdom way up highAnd then you castrate your pride in searchOf answers to your prayersWell they may be reaching the heavensBut they unanswered remainIf so let his anger strike me downLike lightning from clear skyFor I'm questioning your lordHis almightyness I defySons of bitches whores of ChristYour f*cking prayers won't doWhen it comes closer to deadlineYou still don't have no f*cking clueHow one in heaven can sit patientlyAnd watch the masses starveOn empty stomachs they may goAnd to this kingdom it is farIn writtings you read and believeIn seven days the hogCreated light and what the f*ck elseBut then who created GodYou think the death of one manSelfproclaimed the son of God a lostBut raise Hell and high water coz I rock and rollWell, be my guest and crawl to your crossThe bigger cross the better ChristianSays the book of God's commandsBut when you reach out you'll findNo one to grab thy f*cking handAnd finally when truth comes clearAbout death then what will you doY'see there's nowhere left to hideFrom the grave waiting for you tooI have the knowledge guts and needTo questioning anything behindThose pretty promises of heavenCan't you see that you are blindBecause of one whose words you preachAnd fall onto your knees beforeDo not exist in fact I doubtHe'll knock your fu*king doorsSons of bitches whores of ChristYour prayers never couldWhat I think faith in yourself andSane minds and hard work really couldBecause to put all hope in one uphighIs sheer insanityIt will show fatal to us allYes, even f*cking dangerouslyYou call yourselves the chosen onesBecause you've "seen" his light and soulWell I've got news for you I'm strongerBecause I've got rock and rollYou think just coz you prayYour souls'll be saved at any costWhile I'll burn coz I rock and rollWell, go one make my day crawl to your cross