Walk the path to my wrath
Determined to desolate
Show your fears, crawling inside
This is the end of Christ
Mockery, Jesus Christ, not for me
Soon to be, burnt in hell, you will see
Rival nailed, to the cross
No more words, coming out
There will be no resurrection
Dead at last, on his way
To the flames, to the darkness
To the place, of endless pain
Blasphemy, the son of man, we don't need
Killing him, to satisy, my bloody feast
Just like one of the others
He screamed, begged for his life
I won't spare a soul so obscene
Just why would that be
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