Tell me, poor preacher Just tell me little thing Why do you think that all of us are children of a sin? Who's holding strings in mighty hands? Who's looking at us all? Now tell me, poor preacher Who's trademark on my soul?
Oh, give me answers, preacher Don't tell me 'bout my guilt Who's sitting on the golden throne? Who is he? Where he lives? Why do you think he is the one? The ruler of this all? Now give me answers, preacher Who's trademark on my soul?
Now tell me, proud preacher Just tell me of my fate 'Cause he knows all about his slaves From birth and till their death You say that he's almighty Can finish all the wars So tell me, proud preacher Who's trademark on my soul?
You're silent, stupid preacher 'Cause all your faith is lie We're all for him like garbage Hey, don't care when we die(do’ya?) He feeds his ugly powers With sorrows of us all Now shut up, stupid preacher- His trademarks on our souls