Christianity the world Spread desease Infects you from the birth Lord of the weak Lord of lies Lord Jesus Christ Glorified and idolized, But we know the truth Son of a whore Not so innocent, Not so pure With lies of the holy one, He used the poor To create an army of fools, An empire built on worship Bow only to him, Or your soul will be Condemned and eternally Tortured in the prugatory The promised saviour, Truly a cruel tyrann We who stood above The feeble minded Realised the agony to come If the path lead To this glory destruction Was our only choice Guided by our inner voice He trusted us and didn't realize That the world treachery was Carved in our hearts Nail him on the cross Crusifie, crusifie, crusifie A cross, A crown of thorns And four nails… Was all we needed To end his dream We had released the world From the false prophet Father, Son and the Holy Ghost Where are you know? See the holy cross rust, Your churches turn to dust Smell your rotting God Prepare to be blessed By the new Lord Jesus Christ Massacre