Snake Tongue - King of Asgard

Forst bitten and stained with blood*

Are the words os peace and love

The golden cross around your neck

Speaks of greed and a crucified wreck

All I hear as you preach

Is blinding fools by threats and leach

All I see in your hands so wise

Is our freedom in demise

There’s death in the eyes of the savior, beware of the praise

There’s blood on the hands of the Messiah

See through the lies of the snake tongue

We don’t need your false salvation

Or your threats of God’s damnation

Leave us be is its peace you need

Or feel the wrath of northern seed

I grasp my hammer of Thor

To spite your king of a peasant whore

The Norse gods is still my creed

For them I live, for them you’ll bleed