If you are the son of Adam
Born of the first man
Then I am the rock of Cain to your Abel
To cast the tome of sin in your arms
And bring a poison chalice to the table

Oh Luther, did you know you were able
To pierce the tongues of liars?
A gospel of ruin from the heretics' age
Straight from the mouth of fire

A lone martyr on the hill of perdition
Broken flesh that many traitors confess
A document in the blood of sedition
Blasphemed led from the printers press

Oh Luther, did you know you were able
To pierce the tongues of liars?
A gospel of ruin from the heretics' age
Straight from the mouth of fire

This papacy of a devout stinking eye to heaven

O' death, where is thy sting?
O' grief, where is thy victory?
O' life, you are a shining path
O' Lucifer, did you know, did you see?

Pile the bodies high to heaven
To come tumbling to Earth again
To Earth again

O' death, where is thy sting?
O' grief
O' life, you are a shining path
O' Luther, your [?]