A hideous late priest preaches
To ground rains shit, dowels
A rotten congregation
Sees a dream of killing a child
The act screams in its iniquity
The fallen herd will kneel
In its agony, and in front of it
The image of God is torn
Don't have mercy
Don't have mercy on us
In the ruins of a log church
God is and will be absent
Don't have mercy
Don't have mercy on us
In the thoughts of the mourners
The Creator is already missing
It's the turn of the outermost song
Gravel tongue, carcass choir
Through ground frost, through log
It belts out an ugly psalm
Don't have mercy
Don't have mercy on us
In the ruins of a log church
God is and will be absent