Merchants of Death

Crusaders in white, red crosses they wear

Defilers of light, in god's name they dare

Acolytes of God or Baphomet

By the churches' law merchants of death

Nightmare-like out of their brain

Visions that drive them insane

Holy war inside their head

Holy men who walk with the dead

We don't want your holy war

Don't need this bloodshed anymore

The funeral pyres burn evermore

We don't want your holy war

Fire and ice falls from the sky

Raining death on all human life

Words of fear to breed in the heart

Fractured lies to tear us apart

We don't want your holy war

Don't neeed this bloodshed anymore

The funeral pyres burn evermore

We don't want your holy war

Everyone wants a paradise

Nobody wants to pay the price

Peace only comes from sacrifice

Still the winds of war blow on

So many say that they believe

Yet they don't practise what they preach

Power hunger spawned out of greed

Still the fires of hell burn on

Blasphemy done in god's own name

Holy men never take the blame

Seems like the world has gone insane

still the fires of hell burn on

Sands of time are running out for us all

Free your mind before we fall

Senselessly the war machine marches on

Bathory before the dawn

We don't want your holy war

Don't need this bloodshed anymore

The funeral pyres burn evermore

We don't want your holy war