It was predicted that with every tool
That the romans brought pain to you thy fool
People to your god should be lead
While our warriors lost and scattered fled
You should be the king on earth
Bastard son of virgin birth
Slay the Nazarene
In christian eyes supreme
You will die
Slay the Nazarene
Your might is just a dream
You shall die
Slay the Nazarene
Tourtured you will scream
You must die
Slay the Nazarene Slay the Nazarene
Die Die
Glorification of holy christian slime and filth
Your vision of your crusaders bravery
That turned the wiched out of their slavery
You should be the king of kings
But now feel the embrace of Lucifers wings
Slay the son of god,
Drown him in his own blood
Meet your death
Slay the son of god
This is your sinners flood
We praise your death
Slay the son of god
Scum of inferior blood
Hail your death
Slay the son of god Slay the son of god
Death Death Death
Now glance upon your teachings
In the pits of lost realities
Behold the righteous ones
Before Satan at their knees
Slay the scum of the earth
Whoreson of infidel birth
You are dead
Slay the scum of the earth
Your cross is nothing worth
Your teachings are dead
Slay the scum of the earth
Teared apart with sadistic urge
Your god is dead
Slay the scum of the earth Slay the scum of the earth
Dead Dead Dead
Humiliated as no other
Seek patience at the weak chest of your father
I.N.R.I.
Crucified you shall die
Mocked and spitted at
Your feeble rat
Slay the Nazarene
In christian eyes supreme
You will die
Slay the Nazarene
your might is just a dream
You shall die
Slay the Nazarene
Tortured you will scream
You must die
Slay the Nazarene Slay the Nazarene
Die Die Die
Slay the Nazarene
