| Song | God, His Son And Holy Whore |
| Artist | Amon Amarth |
| Album | The Avenger (Bonus Edition) |
| 作词 : Lopez, Mikkonen | |
| Serpent tongue speaks to me | |
| Of a man from southern land | |
| How ancient Gods are enemies | |
| But I don't understand | |
| Hippocratic voice of love talks of peace and christ | |
| Blasphemer of Gods above | |
| One thousand years of lies | |
| They hold their swords to out throats | |
| And force-feed us with faith | |
| 'Bout god, his son and holy whore | |
| But now we retaliate | |
| Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice | |
| Threaten us with hell beneath | |
| Now they all shall die | |
| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
| Put them down | |
| Free yourselves from the chains | |
| Of lies that hold you down | |
| Arise to be free again | |
| We'll fight till we have won | |
| Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ | |
| Power is their only goal | |
| Now they all shall die | |
| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
| Mess with us and you will feel | |
| A pain so true yet so unreal | |
| Yeah, use your hate, uncreate | |
| Christian state will mee its fate | |
| God, his son and holy whore | |
| Now you will meet your fate |
| zuò cí : Lopez, Mikkonen | |
| Serpent tongue speaks to me | |
| Of a man from southern land | |
| How ancient Gods are enemies | |
| But I don' t understand | |
| Hippocratic voice of love talks of peace and christ | |
| Blasphemer of Gods above | |
| One thousand years of lies | |
| They hold their swords to out throats | |
| And forcefeed us with faith | |
| ' Bout god, his son and holy whore | |
| But now we retaliate | |
| Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice | |
| Threaten us with hell beneath | |
| Now they all shall die | |
| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
| Put them down | |
| Free yourselves from the chains | |
| Of lies that hold you down | |
| Arise to be free again | |
| We' ll fight till we have won | |
| Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ | |
| Power is their only goal | |
| Now they all shall die | |
| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
| Mess with us and you will feel | |
| A pain so true yet so unreal | |
| Yeah, use your hate, uncreate | |
| Christian state will mee its fate | |
| God, his son and holy whore | |
| Now you will meet your fate |