Letra de Suburban Anti-Christ - Turbonegro

That are lies about you
Waited for worlds to die without you
And i will wait no more
Heaping virgins around me
I summon the oberammergau
The hell-mouth and i command this maw
To split and moloch spit
This cumbersome concept that men call the beast
I require its head on my wall
My brothers require a feast, oberammergau
Black pope now, the anti-christ
Spawn of satan, the anti-christ
Or maybe, it's nothing at all
Lost prophecy of the peasant whore
So much lost, so much forgotten
So what?
I choose to be blasphemer, bring your kind to heel
Bring forth the beast, cleave him with my steel
Your gilded domes, mask perversions
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Your mildewed tomes beg for inversion
Black pope, the hell-mouth spoke
To me, it's all the same
Religion is for the weak, a haven for the lame
I will crush your anti-christ
Kill him and his kind
Crucify the crippled
The devil is a lie
Awake, awake deep thanetos
The sea becomes the sky
Dividing with the sword of khoz
To purge the oberammergau
Chronicles defame me
Chemicals inflame me
I was born to rule your world
And none shall ever tame me
That are lies about you
Waited for worlds to die without you