Jesus of Nazareth they drink of your blood 

In fears of what waits after sleep

They flaunt ye about preaching fire and flood

To rip out the life of humanity

So servant of man come ye now to our aid

Our magick was burned at the stake in your name

Our love now replaced with a passive dismay

In the name of a man without proof or remains

They drink of your blood and they eat of your flesh

They took all they could from the people out west

So come now you holy dear shepard of man

There’s plenty of flesh so eat what you can