Tell me, poor preacher
Just tell me little thing
Why do you think that all of us
are children of a sin?
Who's holding strings in mighty hands?
Who's looking at us all?
Now tell me, poor preacher
Who's trademark on my soul?

Oh, give me answers, preacher
Don't tell me 'bout my guilt
Who's sitting on the golden throne?
Who is he? Where he lives?
Why do you think he is the one? [bad word] of this all?
Now give me answers, preacher
Who's trademark on my soul?

Now tell me, proud preacher
Just tell me of my fate
'Cause he knows all about his slaves
From birth and till their death
You say that he's almighty
Can finish all the wars
So tell me, proud preacher
Who's trademark on my soul?

You're silent, stupid preacher
'Cause all your faith is lie
We're all for him like garbage
Hey, don't care when we die(do’ya?)
He feeds his ugly powers
With sorrows of us all
Now shut up, stupid preacher-
His trademarks on our souls