Not so long ago, on a cold december day You let my father die in solitude and pain Once he was your son, and baptised in your name If this is now you treat him, then violence is my way Cut-throat urges I need to spill some holy blood Beautiful words, but hollow promises The goodness of god is a fucking joke Get out of your heavenly palace And show your real face How can people believe in this shit How can they be so naive Not so long ago, on a cold december day You took all hope in my life away Once I had respect, and hallowed was your name If this is how you treat me, then violence is my way