They count their gold by night, They count the dead by 
day
They dance upon the graves, As to their God they pray 
And freedom is their lie, Democracy their seed
Their houses built of corpses, Yet none dare call it 
greed

curse upon your cross
curse upon your kind
From there may you be hung
In Death may [bad word] you find

They plan their wars by night,They sell their wars by day
The relive the lies they tell, As in their beds they lay 
But guilt does not [bad word]  For this Christ blood was 
shed
Their amoral creed was born, For this the world is bled 

They sacrifice their nation, [bad word] in genocide
They see only God's chosen, And to all else they lied 
And their faith is blasphemy, And their god is not real
Only Satan within their mirrors, And the plunder that 
they steal