| Song | A Thousand Plagues |
| Artist | Deströyer 666 |
| Album | Defiance |
| When every fool is given a voice, | |
| And every fool is given the right | |
| Through the roar of the maddening crowd, | |
| You just might hear the drums resounding. | |
| A momentary lapse of treason on the millennial stage, | |
| A linear history manifest; a mass delusion by bequest. | |
| Now, in this age of treason, a million righteous fools | |
| Invoke a million Gods, as in the age of stone. | |
| Christians and Zionist Jews, Crescent Moon peasants, | |
| Marxist tyrants and childless hypocrites, | |
| Tell me where the truth lies, | |
| And I'll tell you which lie is truth, | |
| Another fucking cliché to misconstrue! | |
| Men of usury, count your coin - you'd do better to count your days, | |
| Women of perjury - you'll rue the night you gave yourself away, | |
| Narcotic child; come, you'll see - | |
| I fear not for your soul has fled from thee. | |
| So, beware the lure of religion | |
| And beware the voice of idealism, | |
| Cast off the garb of your eloquence, | |
| Your romantic vision and their pretence. | |
| Fuck them all, all ye of little faith | |
| Let the wolves awaken! | |
| Fuck them all - each and every one! | |
| A thousand plagues upon them! | |
| "By god you're cunning, they never knew, | |
| Behind the vision there was you, | |
| You are cold, like a shadow, | |
| Like a knife in the lives of the shallow." | |
| Fuck them all, each and every one - | |
| A thousand plagues upon them! | |
| Fuck them all! Salt the earth and betray them! | |
| If there's a god above, then hear my call: | |
| A thousand plagues upon them! | |
| One last request, to wish them Hell. | |
| My epitaph... my final word: | |
| A thousand plagues upon them! |
| When every fool is given a voice, | |
| And every fool is given the right | |
| Through the roar of the maddening crowd, | |
| You just might hear the drums resounding. | |
| A momentary lapse of treason on the millennial stage, | |
| A linear history manifest a mass delusion by bequest. | |
| Now, in this age of treason, a million righteous fools | |
| Invoke a million Gods, as in the age of stone. | |
| Christians and Zionist Jews, Crescent Moon peasants, | |
| Marxist tyrants and childless hypocrites, | |
| Tell me where the truth lies, | |
| And I' ll tell you which lie is truth, | |
| Another fucking cliché to misconstrue! | |
| Men of usury, count your coin you' d do better to count your days, | |
| Women of perjury you' ll rue the night you gave yourself away, | |
| Narcotic child come, you' ll see | |
| I fear not for your soul has fled from thee. | |
| So, beware the lure of religion | |
| And beware the voice of idealism, | |
| Cast off the garb of your eloquence, | |
| Your romantic vision and their pretence. | |
| Fuck them all, all ye of little faith | |
| Let the wolves awaken! | |
| Fuck them all each and every one! | |
| A thousand plagues upon them! | |
| " By god you' re cunning, they never knew, | |
| Behind the vision there was you, | |
| You are cold, like a shadow, | |
| Like a knife in the lives of the shallow." | |
| Fuck them all, each and every one | |
| A thousand plagues upon them! | |
| Fuck them all! Salt the earth and betray them! | |
| If there' s a god above, then hear my call: | |
| A thousand plagues upon them! | |
| One last request, to wish them Hell. | |
| My epitaph... my final word: | |
| A thousand plagues upon them! |