God, His Son And Holy Whore-Amon Amarth

Serpent tongue speaks to me Of a man from southern land How ancient Gods are enemies But I don＇t understand Hippocritic voice of love talks of peace and christ Blasphemer of Gods above One thousand years of lies They hold their swords to out throats And force-feed us with faith ＇Bout god, his son and holy whore But now we retaliate Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice Threaten us with hell beneath Now we retaliate Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down Free yourselves from the chains Of lies that hold you down Arise to be free again We＇ll fight till we have won Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ Power is their only goal Now they all shall die Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down Mess with us and you will feel A pain so true yet so unreal Yeah, use your hate, uncreate Christian state will mee its fate God, his son and holy whore Now you will meet your fate