Testo di 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