Jesus Christ, Son Of Satan

Under the gun, under the desert son
Golgotha, the Place of the Skull

Don't mess with the man in the middle
16.000 times crippled body crucified
By stranger's hand
Across the boiling fields of blood
Soldiers march to Jerusalem, in the Holy Land

Where from do all the words come?
Where from does all the blood come?
Where from does all the sickness come?
Where from does all the moist come?
From the darkness behind man
The heart of man, either a temple of God
Or a habitation of Satan

God, take this bullet that is shot towards you
Towards your Heaven, your houses and rooms
I am on the path of vengeance
In the name of the one whom you sacrificed

In front of human trash, swarm of lower class
I bear these crosses on my skin
So that you would never forget
What he went through, here on this Earth
I am here to remind you of his sacrifice
I bear the doom, for the son of Lucifer and his rebirth
Rendezvous with Satan
A romance that will quake the Earth