Sainthood's Stench Lyrics

Laceration, helplessness of herd
Fetters and wolfish fangs
With sharp blade rip the belly open
Suffer the sainthood's stench

Mother who loathes her sons
Throws them scraps as if they are paupers
Slaves' paradise, imbeciles' world
Fool will not learn from the whip

Extirpate what should not grow
Humility's weakness, inferiority's sainthood
Burn them down with fire of black
Bury them in salt, sew them up in womb

Sprout deep with seed of blood
To chasm where there's no light
The spark has gone out, now comes the fire
That will give warm in deadly ground