Blasphemy Calls -

Burning fire complete my desire

Moon in madness it was shinning black

Fuckin' lies about the tired cross

So many histories about the christian falls

Maybe we can see the true demon at the cross

A real farse a long the centuries

A supreme force

… In the lost books of the bible … in the lost

Now I can see … now … Oh!

God!

I can feel it

I swear that I feel it

No farse … no kinds of emotion

… true evil … true body damnation … oh!

Something strange … born

Turn to real, pure and strong

As deep … as supreme … oh!

Hail throne where a sindrome calls

Hail misery from the past … christian deny

I summon you … I could see all the forms of your body

Perfect stages … crucifying … in pain his body don’t resist

Under some crisis of dawn

Empty lies makes history

Years of a godless empire

Ends hate.