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For those who know the truth of heathen Christ-mass.
And shun such idolatry.
And shun such idolatry.
Can be sung to the tune of Away in a manger
AWAY IN OLD BABEL
Away in old Babel, the harlot’s cult bed,
The baby god Tammuz lay down his stone head;
His whore mother Ishtar - great Babylon’s light,
The pure virgin goddess gave birth on that night.
The time was the solstice, December two - five,
Though cut down in summer, he now is alive;
So light all your candles and send gifts around
And sacrifice babies - abortions abound.
Away in old Egypt does Isis give birth,
And baby god Horus has now come to earth
Three chiliads later in Ichabod Rome
A counterfeit CHILD is there welcomed home.
Your God is not our God, your goddess is damned,
Foul goddess reserved, for the fire brand
Nor can Lord Yeshua or Miriam have blame;
Let Pontifex Maximus hang his head in shame.
So let the believers reject heathen arts
And heed these true words that the Saviour imparts;
‘I encourage my saints to reject Christmas Day,
for my God will never bless such a foul way!’
AWAY IN OLD BABEL
Away in old Babel, the harlot’s cult bed,
The baby god Tammuz lay down his stone head;
His whore mother Ishtar - great Babylon’s light,
The pure virgin goddess gave birth on that night.
The time was the solstice, December two - five,
Though cut down in summer, he now is alive;
So light all your candles and send gifts around
And sacrifice babies - abortions abound.
Away in old Egypt does Isis give birth,
And baby god Horus has now come to earth
Three chiliads later in Ichabod Rome
A counterfeit CHILD is there welcomed home.
Your God is not our God, your goddess is damned,
Foul goddess reserved, for the fire brand
Nor can Lord Yeshua or Miriam have blame;
Let Pontifex Maximus hang his head in shame.
So let the believers reject heathen arts
And heed these true words that the Saviour imparts;
‘I encourage my saints to reject Christmas Day,
for my God will never bless such a foul way!’