Hypocritical words you spread
Deep in your grandeur
Gold n’ silver around you
Stolen with lies n’ fake
coward man listens
following dreams you give
steal souls from ignorance
stubbin’ hearts with a cross

You wanna blood! You wanna death
Out of time your thirst
You wanna blood! You wanna death!
You’ re master of sin…

Weak minds you trap
Of poor unconscious (brute) slaves
Blinded by your god
A nonsense myth (legend)

Razors are your words (speech)
So sharp to rip souls
Of scared men
Scared by the incoming end
Damn sinners’ souls
But the sinner are you…
Guilty of hypocrisy
Master of sin

You wanna blood! You wanna death
Out of time your thirst
You wanna blood! You wanna death!
You’ re master of sin…