You will be hunted, slaughtered, die
Heads will roll, bodies will bleed
Churches will burn, and the ground is red
The cross is turned, Jesus is dead
Stretch him on the bench, burn off his clothes
Then peel off the skin, from head to toes
Impale him with nails, chain him to a stake
Soak everything in tar, let him burn at the pyre
Tear his hair, press the head down
Sprinkle the eyes with silver, just like a blacksmith
Tied up hands, thrown into the sea
The scriptures are shattered, the prayers are wrecked
You will be hunted, slaughtered, die
Heads will roll, bodies will bleed
Where is your god now
As you scream in pain
You feel our wrath
The fear of death is calling
Straight down to hell
The priest's hammer is here
Life ebbs away
Life ebbs away