Shotgun blast from my pipe is ripping the war-filled air
With tanks by my side we grind their empty skulls
In my target I can see tears from their eyes
Let the bullets caress the holy race
I spit on the cross...holy holocaust
I piss on your priest...Jesus is the holy target
Taking their lives, Jesus will die
As I'm pulling the trigger
Missiles toward the house of god, the house which soon is gone
The cross above is crushed and your god he wept
No time for blessings, run for your lives
And we will hunt you down
To the cross you are stuck!
My sight was landscapes filled with crossed holy ones...fire!
I spit on the cross...holy holocaust
I piss on your priest...Jesus is the holy target
Taking their lives, Jesus will die
As I'm pulling the trigger
