Holy father proudly sits

On his throne of luxury

Veiled in gold raiment he speaks prayers

For hungry dirty child

Melting in poverty, poor existence, born in disease

Sentenced to death in pain

Is this the will of your almighty God?

So big is your desire

To rule the world of gold

I know there are no barriers

To change your history of filth

You are too far from visions

Of your idol Jesus Christ

Sentenced to death in pain!

I'll crucify you to your golden cross!

The wars, the hate

Terror and lies and pain

For welfare of chosen ones

You slyly pull the strings of this world