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Bathory lyrics
Album: Requiem [1994]
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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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' knees
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Burning limbs and deformed steel
The shells cuts through the sky
The corpses fills the the endless fields
It's shoot to kill or die
The gas pours in like yellow mist
You die in kneedeep mud
You sink into that fuckin' smudge
Stichy from all the fuckin' blood
Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left
Promotion, honour, glory then death
War Machine
War Machine
Tons of steel is pumped across
The burnin' no-mans land
You dig your face deep into the shit
And wait for the command
For medal, your King and country
Will crave the loss of limbs or eyes
For honour you'll need to give
General Death your fuckin' life
Ladders by the hundreds
Firmly placed among the dead
Leading to the hell
That rages on above your head
By the thousands you will run
Into that fire zone
Your God and King is with you
But you'll fuckin' die alone
Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left
Promotion, honour, glory then death
War Machine
War Machine
War Machine
War Machine
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| Pax Vobiscum | |
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Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ
Forgive my fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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
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