Where the slime live
Where the slime breed
When the wind blows
And falls down
Their poison fingers that wrote the poison lines
Their poison lingers
What a tragedy when their fingers are removed
Where the slime live
Their burning dogma
Introducing to our mind - lies
They plot for the total control
And what a tragedy when the "god-heads" are removed
They crawl, they breed, they hide but we see
They burn
I see the smoke of the funerals rising
God lives in their heads now laid to rest
What a sight
As their kingdom comes tumbling down
We burn
