Letras: Skymning. 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