Christenschmähung

A people, born from superstition and illusion
Bred from the land of the Jews, disguised and deluded
Bearer of hope, a mere mortal with hallucinations
Murdered by heretics and the like, so they say

Only achieves envy and no respect
Through the teachings of his vision, which brought nothing

Ravaged thoughts and rejection of everything
No feelings but a privilege, deserved by few
Proud of defying and thus the right to kill
To hate and be a thorn in the side of delusion

The much older confession to paganism, to the only faith
Walking as emotionless through the black night
Haunting the cult sites and sorcery
I see the all-destroying lightning break through the clouds