[Music - Johnny; Lyrics - Johnny]
Preachers of the ancient lies
Hypocrisy the golden rule
I'm laughing with sardonic wrath
At each of your ten commands
Crush the skull - sacrifice
Crush the skull - die Christ
Cursed are the poor in spirit
For they shall be spat upon
Cursed are the weak in mind
For they shall inherit the yoke
Crush the skull - sacrifice
Crush the skull - die Christ
I gaze into his glassy eyes
And pluck him by the beard
I uplift a broadaxe
And split open his worm eaten skull
Crush the skull - sacrifice
Crush the skull - die Christ