They're circling round with bibles in hand
Closing their minds with every flap of their wings
Searching for weak minds that need to be lead
Pecking into the hearts of the untamed
Finding something wrong with the songs they sing

Birds of prayer
They can't wait for my hope to die
Tell me hell waits with my name

Tell me that chastity is the only way
But I feel love now and why should I wait?
Sell me your mythology I know it works for you
But my mission is as different as it is true
This is my holyland and I don't need you to nest in it