Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire - Gold Frankincense And Myrrh Lyrics

You have no pride, no sense of friendship.
Thank you for nothing.
I regret hearing your word.
As false as the priest you condemn.
A hand a gun the word of god.
My hooves are cloven.
They will crush your diamond cross
they will crush your f*cking skull.
As false as the priest you condemn