God, His Son & Holy Whore Lyrics - Wrath Of The Norsemen - Amon Amarth

Serpent tongue speaks to me 

Of a man from southern land 

How ancient Gods are enemies 

But I don't understand 

Hippocratic voice of love talks of peace and Christ 

Blasphemer of Gods above 

One thousand years of lies 

They hold their swords to out throats 

And force-feed us with faith 

'Bout god, his son and holy whore 

But now we retaliate 

Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice 

Threaten us with hell beneath 

Now we retaliate 

Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down 

Free yourselves from the chains 

Of lies that hold you down 

Arise to be free again 

We'll fight till we have won 

Priests of Hippocratic love talk of peace and Christ 

Power is their only goal 

Now they all shall die 

Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down 

Mess with us and you will feel 

A pain so true yet so unreal 

Yeah, use your hate, uncreate 

Christian state will meet its fate 

God, his son and holy whore 

Now you will meet your fate