Fire freely into the frolicking foes
They shall not see what comes and what goes
Bloody, beaten, broken bones
Holy water sprinkled on stones
Many men sleep in the holy hell
Instead of acceptance the holy cause hell
Throwing bricks and stones
At kids broken bones
Who are the real foes
The one who scream that holds a cross, or the one who turns the cheek and goes.
Holy men sleep in hell
Our holy Christ we lie in hell
