God, it's like a true Messiah Less to do with no desire How to damp the fire timber Life is on a golden ember The rain of fire must stop Burning lightning salt You ride a Christian crucifixion That could be just bloody fiction Vacillation, degradation He's the God that proved the nation The rain of fire must stop Burning lightning salt The scholar lips don't know what they're saying The virgin nuns don't know what they're praying Saying, praying Saying, praying Saying, praying Saying, praying