Tremble! For here they come to get you The priests of the foreign gods Believe - don't say a word No questions. no denial, Lay down your head on the block Naive fodder of this world - who's its creator And how did the things become as they are Scream! You cower from the thought what would happen next By the time you will he mature enough Your blood shall be spilled In the meaningless rites The priests - the butchers Sadistic surgeons. divine emissaries. Perform the rite in the eyes of the Lord Blessed be! Chop off. mutilate, gut and stitch it up anew Answer, obey — the life on silver platter Day of your birth, the curse has begun A promise of further disgrace Enslaved among your kin Your words mean nothing here Cut your flesh in the eyes of the Lord Bleed out. die in the eyes of the Lord The rite strips you down of your dignity The offering shall be complete, come madness and death Mandatory mayhem Tears, razor-sharp tools, yet pain so dull Without anesthesia, without inhibition Beloved genitalia. priests' favorite regions Lead this calf to the slaughter! Infection in the eyes of the Lord Humiliation in the eyes of the Lord Death in the eyes of the Lord You lay down your head On your mother's knees She covers your eyes On the wooden stake you clench your teeth Awaiting And here comes the butcher... Consciousness lost out of pain It still hurts alter you're awake No one cares, you might as well die here For the offering's been made. A glimpse of luck - you're saved Your wound is healed And you're alive, yet it doesn't matter They won't rest until every single pleasure I las been taken away from you You have been marked from the day you were born. Legacy of prejudice It is our tradition You either adapt or you perish You are unaware piece of nothing.