Lyrics by Bard Faust    Hold to the major stance  misled people will be given  no chance  food for vultures, prey for wolves  shattered and ripe, hear their calls    Containment of inferno, night of sword  a gallows in function, all for your lord  jesus is dead, killed by my will  a grip that by all means was  created to kill    Black current trinity  naturalistic satanic consistency  no liberation for the holy man  there is no such thing as a  praised land    Channeling of equent hate  ultimately opposed at any rate  god-given confinement is due  it will surely kill you and  your breed too