Forst bitten and stained with blood* Are the words os peace and love The golden cross around your neck Speaks of greed and a crucified wreck All I hear as you preach Is blinding fools by threats and leach All I see in your hands so wise Is our freedom in demise There's death in the eyes of the savior, beware of the praise There's blood on the hands of the Messiah See through the lies of the snake tongue We don't need your false salvation Or your threats of God's damnation Leave us be is its peace you need Or feel the wrath of northern seed I grasp my hammer of Thor To spite your king of a peasant whore The Norse gods is still my creed For them I live, for them you'll bleed