Pagan Hate LyricsFire, burning, cleaning the lie
The light is burning bright
Pain, suffer, prepare to die
Behold our unholy fight
Hallowed be our name tonight
As we cleanse the Christian church
Purification will be bestowed
By our hands not by words
Sound the horns of Pagan triumph
And sweep away this fictional rectitude
Burn the church to the ground
Let our Pagan hate exude
And let the world see the true nature
Of the myth that created humanity
This divinity mired in impurity
A creation of man's own vanity
So burn the ground I say
All Conquering force of evil
Let your irreverence wash away
To the sound of Pagan upheaval
