The Better World Songtext
von Fear and Filth

They′ve torn our muscle from the bone
And sewn our hands together
This congregation
The abhorrent mob
Nurtures disease


No semblance of life
Bled dry of heart
Imitations of odious bile
Give way to the age of disdain
Bathe in the blood of the frail

No quarter
Short order

Placate the passel,
Slaughter the lamb
Acquired the taste
Of broth from the bone
Of those who oppose
Pay homage to malice


Kneel at the altar
Apostles of rot