The Gospel - Årabrot

In front a tall white stranger

Laughing with hatred

One of our own

An appearance gaunt and hollow

A burning spear at hand

Accompanied by heralds

In the distant horizon

Machine gun fanfares

It’s the gospel

A tall, white stranger

In his hand a long spear

At iron’s point a fire

He thrust it in my heart

Pierce my entrails

The pain’s great, I moan

I’m left on fire

I’m left on fire

It’s the gospel

A tall white stranger

Trumpets blare, a cannonade

The soul satisfied now

With nothing less than god

In front a tall white stranger

Laughing with hatred

One of our own

I’m left on fire

It’s the gospel