God, His Son and Holy Whore Songtext
von Amon Amarth

Serpent tongue speaks to me of a man from southern land
How ancient gods are enemies but I don′t understand
Hypocritic voice of love, talk 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 belief talk with tongue of ice
Threaten us with hell beneath
Now they all shall die

Turn the blade around
Put the oppressors down
Turn the blade around
Put the oppressors down
Put them down


Free yourselves from the chains of lies that hold you down
Arise to be free again, we′ll fight 'til we have won
Priest of hypocritic love, talk with tongue of ice
Power is their only goal
Now they all shall die

Turn the blade around
Put the oppressors down
Turn the blade around
Put the oppressors down

Mess with us, you will feel
Pain so true yet so unreal
Mess with us, you will feel
Pain so true yet so unreal
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