Skurwysyn Songtext
von Sebastian Melmoth

Blessed virgin thou art a cunt
But only you can turn a cunt into a work of art
Blessed child thy will be done
From behind, after your first communion
Oh, what a vile position we′re in
I could have sworn paedophilia's a sin
Our congregation is in disdain
But no one said I had to be pope today
What kind of faith expects you to eat
The body of your God as part of a feast
What a vile extortion of belief
If you have nothing to donate, well then
We′ll pull out your teeth
Africa's children I implore you, ignore
The Sex Ed lesson from a celibate whore


Today, Easter day of the Holy Year
Here, under the emblem of the Notre-Dame of Paris
I accuse the universal Catholic Church of the lethal
Diversion of our living strength toward an empty heaven
I accuse the Catholic Church of swindling
I accuse the Catholic Church of infecting the world with its funereal morality
Of being the running sore on the decomposed body of the West
Verily I say unto you: God is dead
We vomit the agonizing insipidity of your prayers
For your prayers have been the greasy smoke over the battlefields of our Europe
Go forth then, into the tragic and exalting desert
Of a world where God is dead
And till this earth anew with your bare hands
With your proud hands, with your un-praying hands
Today, Easter day of the Holy Year
Here, under the emblem of Notre-Dame of Paris
We proclaim the death of the Christ-god
So that Man may live at last