Cut-throat Urges -

Not so long ago, on a cold december day

You let my father die in solitude and pain

Once he was your son, and baptised in your name

If this is now you treat him, then violence is my way

Cut-throat urges

I need to spill some holy blood

Beautiful words, but hollow promises

The goodness of god is a fucking joke

Get out of your heavenly palace

And show your real face

How can people believe in this shit

How can they be so naive

Not so long ago, on a cold december day

You took all hope in my life away

Once I had respect, and hallowed was your name

If this is how you treat me, then violence is my way