Bathory Pax Vobiscum
Holy Jesus, f..ckin' Christ Forgive my f..ckin' head It's full of doubts and questions Did you really raise the dead? Are you really so pathetic That you can't be critisised? Is it so hard to accept That I may wonder why? Out of nothing, born by no one Wonders you create Almighty f..ckin' God You super bluff, you mega-fake They say you've said for you only We all shall live and die Tell me who needs Stalin With a fascist in the sky? Conquering the western hemisphere With threats and lies Spreading its holy terror As another culture dies It baptised and it burned and tortured Its way through my land And wielded above all The crucifix by God's command Pax Vobiscum Pax Vobiscum Pax Vobiscum Pax Vobiscum Imposing on the tribes of Europe One faith built on lies and dreams One religion so false Always loose at every seam Through wars and emigration Soon a world faith took its form As world saviour and almighty The cross all world adorned Computerised confessions TV-preachers and very soon The Christian man stood firm And in '69 prayed on the moon
