The King Is Dead

The trial decides you are sentenced to death
On the crucifix
So don't complain no more and march
On the way of pain

Carry your cross to the hill
I'll drive nails into your flesh
I like how it brings you pain
Scream in agony!
So where is your father now
Mr. Nazarene
Seems he has forsaken you
Insane charlatan!

Nevermore your seditious lies be heard
This land will be freed by a plague

Agitator of blood divine
I spit on you
Where are your followers now?
You're left and forgotten!

See him rotting on the cross
As he takes his final breath
Honoured with the crown of thorns
A perished majesty
Nazarene will scream no more
His insane eyes forever closed
I drive the lance into his heart
The king of jews is dead!