I know your Satanic Intentions, brother I have heard how your Ancient One screams I will spew on his sickening Renditions And throw Nails at the Depth of his Dreams You will lose every Thing you have worked for
It's as sure as a Swiss warrantee
And although we may all lose our lives here
You will never Eternally Be For His Will, will forever be Naked
In the Sun your Beloved will burn
We will search out your Masters of Wisdom
And recall them to ashes in turn My Contempt for your Future is boundless Your Contempt for the Past is well-known Though you shook the Foundations of Eden We will never hand you the Crown So I spit in the Face of your Darkness, covered
I spit on your Ancestor's
graves
I vomit all over your China
You will never make of us slaves!