| 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 ****ing 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 |