They say that´s easier for a camel
to cross the hole of a needle
than to explore your simplicity
Enter in heaven but
before pass trough misery

Always exploring people´s faith
Pay a tax for a heavenly fate
Demons in white making inquisition in your brain
What you build they´ll take away

Chorus

We rob you
Slaughter you
All in the name of Christ


You can stand praying in a church of gold
Disease, pain, hunger, do you think it´s a hoax?
Now they´re sorry for the inquisition
Killed those whom did not pay a contribution

Is it not a sin to rape little sheeps?
Oh , they´re men , they have needs
Temples of God became little stores
I said: little churches , great business