Snake Tongue

Forst bitten and stained with blood*
Are the words os peace and love
The golden cross around your neck
Speaks of greed and a crucified wreck
All I hear as you preach
Is blinding fools by threats and leach
All I see in your hands so wise
Is our freedom in demise
There’s death in the eyes of the savior, beware of the praise
There’s blood on the hands of the Messiah
See through the lies of the snake tongue
We don’t need your false salvation
Or your threats of God’s damnation
Leave us be is its peace you need
Or feel the wrath of northern seed
I grasp my hammer of Thor
To spite your king of a peasant whore
The Norse gods is still my creed
For them I live, for them you’ll bleed