Dark Fury Saligia 1. Superbia How to live in a country Where the clergy in its pride sneaks into government? To tell you how to live, what to remember, what to forget, How to raise your children Where a priest thunders from a pulpit, so proud, the wisest He tolerates no defiance Where you are barnded For telling the truth, for seeng their true face Their pride is the country's bane Their pride is our bane So self-righteous They do not tolerate the breaking of their stupid laws! Is that how you want to live? Is that what you really want? Your true pride against theirs Fight to die! Can you see the light of truth? Can you hear the falseness of lies? Their false pride against yours Let them die fight! 2. Avaritia Can you hear the voice from the pulpit Telling you to live in poverty? Does the priest, who decorates himself with gold Want your money? And even though you suffer from hunger You will build the golden calf Your last penny You will give to the priest who never has enough! For a traitor you will build a cross of pure gold So the one who has been milking you for years Can proudly rot your stupidity Has been feeding their greed for ages The avaricious clergy Only thinks of how to rip you off On your back rides a priest With his hand in your wallet You will die a beggar, you fool like all good roman catholies You will give all your wealth to the church While you are still alive It never has enough, it feeds on your blood The coin on the collection plate alters your soul By selling your conscience you buy salvation Threatening you with hell they sell you heaven The jingle of coins speaks louder. Than the voice of YHVH Gold as payment for sin. Gold as payment for heaven You build the golden calf. Through you do not know it We used to have hospitals. How we have monasteries And fat priests. Who never have enough Not enough... Not enough... 3. Luxuria You have swarn to live in celibary To keep the flesh pure Against the laws of nature You build your sacred fortress And within the walls of monastery chambers You mock at your own teachings On Sundays you save their souls Everyday you rape their bodies Sign of the cross above the womb That you have defiled with your semen And only the monastery walls See your arousa! When you rape weak women And then their children Having fulfilled your perverted lust You put on the cassock and say the mass 4. Invidia The «almighty YHVH» With his bastard son So «mighty» So incredibly stupid Envious of the power of pagan culture They have taken over the festivities The have difiled the symbols Envious of the sublimity of ancient rituals They stole them from the pagans and gave them new names Envious of the wisdom of pantheon Gods They claimed it was theirs, and destroyed its source Envious of the freedom of man They shackled him with false morality The hordes of priests In their black gowns So free of sin So enlightened Envious of the rule over the ignorant mob They plot against each other and fight like dogs Envious of the privileges of priesthood They want their snouts closest to the trough Envious of the experience they cannot have They have called it sin, disgrace and debauchery Envious of the power of eternal nature They claim that its laws are bestial 5. Gula Under the black cassock Obese potbellies Never-ending feasts Fat runs down the chin In the name of christ Christmas Eve, Easter Bluttony and drunkenness The true face of jenovah Your fat hands reach for the plates To teach of sin, between the bites You gobble like swine And like swine you will die Sacks of fat Sacks of shit! Christians... 6. Ira Your god, in his rightful wrath, drowned the whole world You have to kneel everyday When he, in his rightful wrath, orders you to slaughter your offspring Kneeling, you turn the other check He, in his rightful wrath, slew the whole city of Sodom You are made to love thy enemy Misery, deluge, dispersion, enemies, hell, war, death, suffering... You are to kneel down and pray, without wrath Lies and hypocrisy everywhere Are you blind, or just stupid? So without wrath, with seven only I spit in your face you christian swine 7. Acedia How much longer do I have to bear the sight of you To a healthy society you are like a filthy worm In your sloth, you have forgotten what «sin» is With a collection plate in hand you beg for wealth that is not yours You lazy whores, you parasites on the flesh of the nation You lazy whores priesthood is the only job good for you Constantly avoiding all effort In all aspects of your lousy existence Sloth the essence of your days Thoughts of how not to do anything Sloth your life goal Leeching on others all your life