When turret clock comes near midnight   The church bell calls for their servants      Staring with bleak eyes   Behind a pale white face   The cape of sin has bent down their backs      Begged in life and serve in death   Below a wooden cross   Betrayed by the almighty Sign of Christ      When turret clock comes near midnight   The church bell calls for their servants      Right in the middle of this well known crowd   I feel the weakness in every heart      Nearly saying these creatures get what they deserve   I recognized we finally must burn down the spell of lies and greed   Crush the church and hang this goatfucking priests      Free the sons and raise    the daughters of our soil   to claim what is ours      Staring with bleak eyes   Behind a pale white face   The cape of sin has bent down their backs      Begged in life and serve in death   Below a wooden cross   Betrayed by the almighty Sign of Christ      When turret clock comes near midnight   The church bell calls for their servants      Among the sad gaze of the dead   Damned to see them all again