Lyrics: Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Gold Frankincense And Myrrh.

You have no pride, no sense of friendship.
Thank you for nothing.
I regret hearing your word.
As false as the priest you condemn.
A hand a gun the word of god.
My hooves are cloven.
They will crush your diamond cross
they will crush your fucking skull.
As false as the priest you condemn