God, it's like a true Messiah
Less to do with no desire
How to damp the fire timber
Life is on a golden ember

The rain of fire must stop
Burning lightning salt

You ride a Christian crucifixion
That could be just bloody fiction
Vacillation, degradation
He's the God that proved the nation

The rain of fire must stop
Burning lightning salt

The scholar lips don't know what they're saying
The virgin nuns don't know what they're praying

Saying, praying
Saying, praying

Saying, praying
Saying, praying