Eye of the devil stares from the closet
Face of a heretic disgusts
Forbidden fruit eaten hidden from looks
Well-earned reward from the gates of heaven

I hate them and their saviour
Plague and extinction shall vitalize their ground
I hate them and their lives
Their own hands shall cut their own heads

Own seed, in a own land
The harvest is great but sick
Almighty fruit of the heavens
Beatitul flower with a rotten root

Crime done in the safe of a martyr's shadow
In sunday what is done is already forgiven
Those who repent will be blessed
Others can just wait a burning in hell

Again a curtain between heaven and earth
Societys strength is measured
Still invidual's acts cannot face the light
Hidden must they wash their hands