The Testament of Stench Songtext
von Pungent Stench

Beware of false prophets
Whose continually sheep′s clothing
But inwardly
Their ravening wolves have filled
Sin, I proclaim
Matthew's right
It′s great to be a wolf
Raging wolf, razor-sharp teeth
Trend the scene
Aiming at Christ
Words of pleasure manifest
The thought of fornication
Uncleanness, witchcraft
Hate and defiance
Emulations, wrath
And strife
Seditions, heresies
Blasphemous, rebelling
All of which I've dealt with before
As I've told you, you′re anti-clast


That they which do such things
Shall not inherit the kingdom of God
St. Paul the apostle
Wrote to the Galatians
And I would say
He sure was right
Words of pleasure manifest
Indeed, I′ve gone so brief
I told thee it's unflatterful
Fornication, perpetual
Devonized, uncleanness
The most beautiful ever
Body lingers, my vocation
Witchcraft, my natural gift
Hatred and defiance
My Christian name
Emulation of foreign birth
Wrath and strife
My family name
Sedition is my ambition
Heresy for you and me
In fine, for every sin
Wicked gorged unlimited
Jesus answered
Philly, Philly
I say unto you
Whosoever committeth sinneth
The servant of sin
Ah, so-so
Philly, Philly
You′re just a gorgeous snot
I am a sinner, a hellish sinner
Real servant of sin