Letras: Skymning. Machina Genova. Prokill.

We don't believe in nothing
Don't trust, rely in nothing
He was born through masturbation
Spit on the dealers of religion
High ambition and low moral
It is a vile combination
Religion = primitive!
I spit on the dealers of religion

God:
I refuse to prove my existence
The proofs deny the faith
Without faith I am nothing
I am nothing without faith

Shatter the icons