Blasphemy
Manne Svensson
What will I gain if he will die?
A fortune too great to grasp
A blasphemous proposition
The son of man will just pass
No malediction or animosity
Benevolent visions of my enemy
Pockets full of treasuries
Defying blasphemy
Betrayer of the way, truth and life
Forces of darkness will laugh out its scorn
To mark the delivery a kiss
You will hang in a tree, dead in the morn
No malediction or animosity
Benevolent visions of my enemy
Years of happiness await for me
Then I will burn for my blasphemy