My Kingdom is not of this world
If my kyngdoom were of this world
My mynystris schulden stryue
What is treuthe?

If thou art Jhesu Crist
That is not my profesie
For the Pope blessed the beeste
Another says: “Amen”

They nourish your starveling souls
With the alms of the wretches
He who heard their cogent word
Has eaten the loaf of the false prophets

His mouth speaks it thoughtlessly
No word is spoken clearly
The creator is unchurched at the gates
Your faith hates my Name

Prayers on my feet to the Divine
I will despise
Souls wander in the abysm
Like vulpine sheep they lie on my ribs
Burn the cross
If you’re ready to believe me

What is truth?
Hands washed in water
Dried in blood
Cursed be the clergy as father

What is truth?
Hands dipped in water
Dried in blood
Damned be the clergy as father