Hacksilver
Skogshallen
Fara Í Víking • 2016
Lyrics
the house of god is raided
and inside is silver and gold
all we loot shall then be traded
the cross could not be sold
we will throw it in a sack
and pry the jewels from its hold
with our axes we will hack
and all the pieces will be sold
melting down your artifacts
and from the silver something new
splitting hvitekrist in half
now your god is hewn askew
Hacksilver
watch as god is torn apart
Hacksilver
melted down to make our art
Hacksilver
hvitekrist is split in two
Hacksilver
i'll sell his legs to pay for food
holy relics of your church
strewn about upon the floor
bones of saints lie on the ground
next year we come back for more
we will take what we can hold
all thats not nailed down is sold
hacked in half to pay our debts
some with silver some with gold
we have left your church to burn
as we sail to sea
for your silver we return
and it all shall be
chopped in half and weighed on scales
raiding you is good for sales
churches filled with gold and silver
left unguarded without fail
we shall never have our fill
we hunger for your silver still
christ shall join my treasure horde
or at least his torso will
Hacksilver
watch as god is torn apart
Hacksilver
melted down to make our art
Hacksilver
i sold that cross for ale and mead
Hacksilver
my bar tab paid with christian greed
Hacksilver
melted down to make our art
Hacksilver
watch as god is torn apart
and inside is silver and gold
all we loot shall then be traded
the cross could not be sold
we will throw it in a sack
and pry the jewels from its hold
with our axes we will hack
and all the pieces will be sold
melting down your artifacts
and from the silver something new
splitting hvitekrist in half
now your god is hewn askew
Hacksilver
watch as god is torn apart
Hacksilver
melted down to make our art
Hacksilver
hvitekrist is split in two
Hacksilver
i'll sell his legs to pay for food
holy relics of your church
strewn about upon the floor
bones of saints lie on the ground
next year we come back for more
we will take what we can hold
all thats not nailed down is sold
hacked in half to pay our debts
some with silver some with gold
we have left your church to burn
as we sail to sea
for your silver we return
and it all shall be
chopped in half and weighed on scales
raiding you is good for sales
churches filled with gold and silver
left unguarded without fail
we shall never have our fill
we hunger for your silver still
christ shall join my treasure horde
or at least his torso will
Hacksilver
watch as god is torn apart
Hacksilver
melted down to make our art
Hacksilver
i sold that cross for ale and mead
Hacksilver
my bar tab paid with christian greed
Hacksilver
melted down to make our art
Hacksilver
watch as god is torn apart
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