Righteous
Sinless
Infallible
You call yourself pope
With bloodstained hands
Of long forgotten times
With a forked tongue
You console the poor
Poor, because you have stolen them
Poor, because they believed you
Oh pope, you have made it far enough
I cry for your soul
Lord of flies
Santan
You're the lord of church
In the name og God
You do your work
Lord of flies
You're the pope
Our pope on earth
Your name shall perish
You will is Satan's
Your realm is hell
Forgive our hate
As we forgive your flesh
Your flesh - Satan's servant
Your blood - the power of your flesh.