not so long ago, on a cold december day

you let my father die in solitude and pain

once he was your son, and baptised in your name

if this is now you treat him, then violence is my way



cut-throat urges

i need to spill some holy blood



beautiful words, but hollow promises

the goodness of god is a fucking joke



get out of your heavenly palace

and show your real face



how can people believe in this shit

how can they be so naive



not so long ago, on a cold december day

you took all hope in my life away

once I had respect, and hallowed was your name

if this is how you treat me, then violence is my way