Kult - Babilon

Hey, today I read that from the golden throne
The king of great Babylon arrived here
Far from him, at a certain distance
Stands a crowd of slaves to their own freedom

Hey, far away, the police wait on standby
Waiting for orders, for combat orders
But look further, there the priest blesses
The army going to war, he blesses it
His nature is to be unnatural
Lying and spitting around, that is his nature

Hey, he collects money and forgives sins
So they pay him and are free from guilt
He splashes holy water on church images
A murderer touches them and is without blemish
Because the Church's culture is to be uncultured
Burn everything real, that is his culture

Hey, the emperor now greets the Church leader
And then passes death sentences in the name of God
And they continue praying to colourful inscriptions
Not understanding anything in their short lives
And I understand this state very well
After all, I used to be the same

Hey, everything for the Church, money and gold
Petrol, alcohol, money, and tanks
Now from afar, the bishop runs up, showing
Where long prayers are required from everyone

Once there was a pyre here where they were burned
And then the Church screamed that they were redeemed
Prelate, Ayatollah, they want our sacrifice
They want war in the name of God, they want punishment for the infidels

And now I know, I really know a lot
I know that the Babylonian church makes the earth evil
And now I know, I really know a lot
The great Babylon made the earth evil

And now I know, I really know a lot
I know that the Babylonian church makes the earth evil
And now I know, I really know a lot
The great Babylon made the earth evil