Lyric

Behold his justice

To the dying, giveaway

Give dirt to the weak man

Cheers to the strong man

Behold his justice

To the dying, giveaway

Give dirt to the fuck man

Cheers to the fuck man

Goddess descending from the moon

It's a hot summer

The men met her

Take care of the word of God

Play outside, not on the PlayStation

I believe myself and her

The lie that we have no future

No future

God save the word

I believe myself and her

We despise Christ

We despise Christ

I believe in her

God save the word