Blood of Saints Lyrics

Priest
Diseased
Poison in your mind
Try
To preach
Your sermon for the weak
While
Your lungs
Are crawling 'round your spine
Regur-
gitate
When you are running past your peak

h****
Monks
Clutching tightly 'round their throats
Frivolous
Nuns
You better heed the call
Berserkers
Burning
The contents of your scrolls
Heathen
Beliefs
Still strong within us all
Blood
Red sky
An omen to respect
Night
To day
A monastery ablaze
Swords
Of death
A mission to protect
The hea-
then Gods
Our pagan heritage