Der Ketzer
Lacrimosa
The Heretic
Self-righteous
Infallible
Sinless
You call yourself Pope
With bloodstained hands
From long past times
With a forked tongue
You comfort the poor
Poor, because you stole their money
Poor, because they believed you
Oh Pope, you have come a long way
I weep for your soul
Lord of the Flies
Satan
You are the Lord
Of the Church
In the name of God
You do your work
Lord of the Flies
You are the Pope
Our Pope on Earth
Your name shall pass away
Your will is of Satan
Your kingdom is hell
Forgive us our hatred
As we forgive your flesh
Your flesh, Satan's servant
Your blood, the strength of the flesh
