Holy church, feeding on the poor
You are now, weaker than before

Your love won't stain in this world of hate
Your breath; in pain - You're the one insane

The world is dying by our hands
That which "he" once created is falling apart

Corrosion of the god-creation
Darkening skies, demon infestation
Corrosion of the god-creation
All you can do is to enjoy the devastation

Braindead priests praying for empty pews
Can't you see your church is already DEAD!

Holy church, feeding on the poor
You are now, weaker than before