If you are the son of Adam Born of the first man Then I am the look of Cain to your Abel To cast the Tome of sin in your arms And bring a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther, did you know you were able To pierce the tongues of liars? A Gospel of ruin from the heretics' age Straight from the mouth of fire A lone martyr on the hill of perdition Broken flesh that many traitors confess A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemy led from the printer's press Oh Luther, did you know you were able To pierce the tongues of liars? A Gospel of ruin from the heretics' age Straight from the mouth of fire This papacy of the bones Stinking high to heaven O' death, where is thy sting? O' grief, where is thy victory? O' life, you are a shining path O' Lucifer, did you know, did you see? Pile the bodies high To reach to heaven To come tumbling To Earth again To Earth again O' death, where is thy sting? O' grief O' life, you are a shining path O' Lucifer, you wounds are deep...