Futile Sacrifice

Bring forth the nazarene
Here charged with heresy
His chosen people chanting death
This false messiah
Self proclaimed king

Violating roman law
His lying tongue will be brought to an end
He shall suffer
His God no where in sight
He shall suffer

No more time for miracles the time to die is here
Forsaken bastard son
The mob cries out for blood
His chosen people chanting death

Abandoned weakling
Cries out in pain
Crown of thorns placed
On his brow will begin the bloodshed
He shall suffer
His God no where in sight
He shall suffer

No more time for miracles the time to die is here
Torturing
Thrashing whip
Breaking bones
Ripping skin
Whimpering

To his God
March him to the hill
At last the time to kill
Hammering
Into the flesh
Pounding nails
With violence
Hands and feet
Into the wood
Soak the ground with his blood

Staring at his whore
Watch as the blood pours
Now he dies
Hear his mother's cries
Now he dies
Slaughter complete
All will suffer

Their God no where in sight
There will be no resurrection
Followers will spread lies
Lies