Blood Of Saints 歌詞

Priest Diseased Poison in your mind Try To preach Your sermon for the weak While Your lungs Are crawling ‘round your spine Regurgitate When you are running past your peak Horny Monks Clutching tightly ‘round their throats Frivolous Nuns You better heed the call Berserkers Burning The contents of your scrolls Heathen Beliefs Still strong within us all Blood Red sky An omen to respect Night To day A monastery ablaze Swords Of death A mission to protect The heathen gods Our pagan heritage Blood of saints – crushing christianity Dragonships, the scourge of the seven seas Blood of saints – crushing christianity Norsemen, the scourge of your belief When the pagans desecrated the sanctuaries Of God, and poured out the blood of saints Around the altar, laid waste the house of our hope Trampled on the bodies of saints in the temple of God Like dung in the street. What can we say except Lament in our soul with you before christ's altar And say: “spare, o lord, spare thy people And give not thine inheritance to the gentiles Lest the pagan say, ‘where is the God of the christians?”