My Lord of Swine Lyrics

Immaculate Lord of treacherous sow
With deceit hold sway to a pigsty church
True gods spurn Your brainwashing canon
That ecclesiastical pigpen
My Lord of swine bristly procurer
Exquisite aroma from elixir of craft
Thy seat in the sky is far from oracle
Fast will drop Thy snout from nobility
Reprisal for sincere damnations
Papal hogs cleanse in their slops
Sire? God of the dirt
Portals to Hell clogged with goodness
Faultless porkers fattened for gluttony
Fill our table with the God sent
Biers of Catholic bones
Supporting chaffed Eucharist
Dissever all of that hypocrisy
Again papal hogs cleanse in their slops