Dethrone the son The crucified one Dead and begotten Unfortunately forgotten
Death on the cross Life was your loss You fell from Roman hands In thy holy land Still your words are being preached But now your realm is being breached Your vision we will turn to sand When we reap thy holy land
King who was scorned with a crown of thorns A sadist who tormented mandkind since he was born Your throne we will burn You shall never return The light won't shine over your holy empire As it ends in a roaring storm of fire The christian serpents can escape or stay And face the oceans of fire, blood and iron which will sweep them away
An ocean which everything you accomplished will erase And pull out your venomous fangs from mandkind without a trace Now we're crashing onto your shore Stare into the face of war Death to you forevermore By pain you never felt before
Death on the cross Life was your loss You fell from Roman hands In thy holy land Still your words are being preached But now your realm is being breached Your vision we will turn to sand When we reap thy holy land
Dethrone the son The crucified one Dead and begotten Unfortunately forgotten
You will pay For getting in our way You will see How we will be