Goat Of Mendes - The Spirit Of Heathendom Lyrics

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You're calling a phantom your wise, loving father

Who had formed your forebears out of clay

I think that your brains still consist of this substance

Or what else is the reason that your minds went astray?

You think, Earth's been granted your supreme dominion

And you might reap it of everything it can give

If you are interested in my solemn opinion:

Scavengers like you have no reason to live!

Our Mother was a woman of ravishing beauty

But for womanliness you have nothing to spare

In return for bearing more and more of you bastards

You rape her again after stripping her bare

You enslaved Mother Earth to act at your bidding

And scoured it from dangerous heretics like me

I am sick of you scum and I'm surely not kidding

Mother's suffering from a plague called Christianity

You are nothing but pitiful creatures

With your God residing in Heavenly Halls

But right here on Earth elder spirits are lurking

Awaiting the time for the crosses to fall

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Morrigan, Avenger

Life's reaper, Death's crow

Bean-Nighe who washes

The severed heads of our foes

Bad our mother

Let fertility grow!

Maturity's triad

In eternity adored

You deny on what all life is still founded

Which is love, lustful longing and sensuous joy

You prefer children born by a chaste, modest virgin

That they're products of lust, you stubbornly deny

But still you are haunted by natureborn cravings

And as each woman of grace is a devilsent slut

You rather rape children as a kind, loving father

Go to Hell if you don't mind, cause I hate your guts!

Your Lord's bursting from mercy and positive feelings

With disgust you regard those who feel anger and hate

You wage war out of love for the ignorant heathen

To save their souls from the devil, before it's too late

I thank you for taking my life in your hands

How grateful I am I simply can't tell

But still I prefer the wild ways of the heathen

Even though in your eyes, I'll be burning in Hell

First you've stolen our festivals sacred

Then your oppressive belief had grown tall

But right here on Earth, elder spirits are lurking

Awaiting the time for the crosses to fall

Underneath the Horns, they feast and dance and sing again

To the woods the laughter will return

For the powers of Earth and Fire, Wind and Rain

Instead of stakes, the Pagan fires shall burn

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