Lone Wolf Kommando

The scent of christ swine stings his nostrils Preachings of rapists, pedophiles of the cloth The House of Yeshua, a den of iniquity Where deacons touch their children With impunity Their piety inflames his hatred The cross of pigs stands mocking For each inbred at the altar A bullet greased with lard Phosphorous scourges the skin of the faithful Hacked up lungs and gasping for air Better than the pigs deserve Swine of Yeshua Drawn to the slaughter Into the waiting jaws of the wolf Lone Wolf Kommando Send them to Meet their God Swine of Yeshua Drawn to the slaughter Into the waiting jaws of the wolf Lone Wolf Kommando Send them to meet their God Knee deep in the shredded bodies of Christian filth He laughs and drops his cigarette Sits on the altar of the Lord their fucking GodAnd eats his gun like a fucking man Lone Wolf Kommando