Текст песни Inquisition Hymnes

From behind the walls into his life
His head filled up with sacred views
Teaching his perverted rules
To the parish on the pews
Sometimes his Blessed-Virgin-Dreams
And the struggle between church and state
Parish pump politics
Praising love instead of hate

So sing to me, oh preacher
And try to forgive my sins

Gloria
In exelsis deo

Refusals of the contraception
Church-taxes on his mind
The holy fight for unborn life
Masturbation makes you blind
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This hypocrite-angel without a wing
And his clerical self-satisfaction
Makes the cross trumble on it's sting

So pray for me, oh preacher
Try to forgive my sins

Gloria...

So let us fall down on our knees
And pray for him together
So that he tries to open his eyes
Or to disappear forever

Sing to me, oh preacher
Try to forgive my sins
Open your parson-world to me
Sing one of your inquisition-hymnes

Gloria...