Bathory Crosstitution
The crucifix in flames The house of God burned down to the ground A symbolic action of defiance Brought palace of lies down Refusal to acknowledge the authority Of faith of liars Has cleansed this world somewhat By purifying lovely fire Crosstitution Crosstitution Crosstitution Holy writtings, hokus pokus Magic incense, blood and tears Impeccable the ways of Heaven To inflict terror and fear All are born of woman And the female is of sin So we are all drenched soaky wet in sin When our life begins And for the rest of our days To reach his kingdom full of bliss We seek forgiveness For something we didn't do To someone who does not and never has And never will exist Crosstitution Crosstitution Crosstitution Cross of lies, no one up high Gayhood of priests and spartan fiests Pathetic faith, your wine and bread All will be well once we're all dead He might have died for Somebody's sins but sure not mine If all you want is to him follow And die too then I say fine But don't you baptise one more Generation in some f..ckin' shame Supported by that damned religion Of yours I now watch in flames Crosstitution Crosstitution Crosstitution I will always defy your damn faith As I've lived I'll die free You'll never have me crosstitute myself Or on my f..ckin' knees
