Onward "Christian" soldiers
Marching off to war
How you gonna hold yours
When you serve the Whore?
Of Babylon we speak
And the Mark of the Beast
That's on you!
Onward go ye "Christian" soldiers
Like a swarm of lemmings
In heat,
Or better yet a locust plague
Marching to a beat
Like the Four Horsemen
Safe on their saddle seat.
Bringing death and mayhem
To our planet Earth.
In you there is just darkness
Without a trace of mirth.
The spawn of Satin that you are
To distant lands afar
Death, misery, pain, and suffering
Is what your blindness brings.
For you no Blue Bird of Happiness sings
Cause you see people as merely things.
Warships of death with wings
Worship of the kings
And queens, presidents,
Ministers
The high born of all ages.
You slew the prophets and the sages
Against you the Universe rages.
Abandon hope all ye who enter there
For you there is no prayer
Only History's condemnatory stare.
