Pain in your eyes, feel the closeness of death
As ruthless agony's twisting your body
Deliver yourself up to your savior
Die for the idea of otherworldly delights

You're choking on your own beliefs
Fire devours your faith
But the hope to rise with the redeemer
Dwells in your mind

You want to be avenged
And judge your accusers
But your body still chained to a pole
And the flame brings unimaginable pain

Sufferings of the flesh, the triumph of impunity
Personal hell you need to live through
Look up and beg for mercy
Listening to the screams and endless moaning

Charred remains, the victims of the new doctrine
Corpses of the first Christians
Sacred ash in the wind
No one left to mourn the followers of Christ

The execution you took without fight
Letting your children die
Committing a crime against yourselves
Hoping to have eternal life

Charred remains, the victims of the new doctrine
Corpses of the first Christians
Sacred ash in the wind
No one left to mourn the followers of Christ

Frantic ideas burned by the fire
Incinerated rush to the new religion
This is the price for glad tidings
The bloodshed for the senseless utopia

Each of your deeds leaves a scar on his face
His portrait reflects your essence
Feeding your hatred and anger
You make him suffer

Hanging the unbelievers, torturing their flesh
You make him cry
Spilling the blood of the noncontent
You paralyze him to the point of a nervous breakdown
Where are your good intentions?
What happened to the idea of commonwealth?
You turned into a ruthless monster
Able to murder everyone

By seeing the list of your doings
Anyone will be driven mad
Bloodstains cover white clothes
Your eyes emanate purulence

Putting a noose around a victim's neck
You strangle your god
His moans are suffocated
His disfigured face agonizes

Getting addicted it's impossible to stop
Slaying everyone around you're looking for justification
But your ideals are rotting alive
Sentencing you to self-destruction

Violence in the name of eternal euphoria
Ruthless killing in the name of beatific existence
Finding paradise by diabolical tortures
You don't see the controversy and destroy yourself

Poisoned mind dwells in hallucinations
The shroud of cruelty obscures your eyes
You've been caught by the things you'd been fighting with
Choked in despair in the bloody river of insanity

Look at the crucifix, whom do you see -
God or an outlaw, a saint or a sinner?
Nailed to the cross in every church
Bleeding and pleading for salvation

It was the same thing 2,000 years ago
The priests captured Him, offering prayers
He is held in prison with high towers
Symbolizing the holy sadism, perfumed with incense

The ceremonies are held in front of him
While he suffers and looks down from the cross
The wounds keep bleeding
Crucified Lord hanging by his human neck

Why take off the executed messiah?
Being nailed he looks so pathetic
Brutal symbol created produce a profit
The newly-converted sacrifice their souls

To release him means to lose faith
The church will perish losing its influence
The temples will fall burying suffering
The religious tenets will turn to dust

Evolution of humanity
Is the mockery of the crucified slave
Surrounding yourself with corpses
You hope to get enlightenment

Will the suffering end or a new pain appears?
Supporting the cult you're nailing yourself to this cross
Thy flesh is pierced by the agony of salvation
Anxiety seizes your mind

Locked doors, overwhelming depressing silence
Ancient icons reflect candlelight
Bleak saints faces stare at you
Breeding animal fear, eating away from the inside

Shadow of the cross is creeping towards you
Making you shiver at the slightest rustle

Stone walls are dead cold
The darkness outlines a silhouette of someone unknown
It's coming closer, taking weird forms
Raping your imagination, immobilizing your limbs
Feel the panic, shaking a seizure


Helplessly, silently screaming within all consuming darkness
Walls and saints faces are bleeding
Your brain is throbbing as a denuded nerve


There's no reality anymore
Illusions breathe noxious air of death
Cold poisonous substance is filling the veins
To close your eyes is to die
You're a prisoner of your own inflamed consciousness
Suffocating with efforts to call for help

Disgusting larvae are swarming in bloody pools
The crucifixion is covered with mucus and pus
Holy altar is infested with maggots
Your maladaptive mind is captured by a cobweb

There's no reality anymore
Illusions breathe noxious air of death
Cold poisonous substance is filling the veins
To close your eyes is to die
You're a prisoner of your own inflamed consciousness
Suffocating with efforts to call for help

Mortifying the enslaved flesh
Bringing it to the state of extreme exhaustion, to delirium
Disfiguring it till agony
Religious insanity prevails, tearing your soul apart

Shadow of the cross is creeping towards you
Making you shiver at the slightest rustle

Disciples of the same cult
Spill each other's righteous blood
Asking the same god
To punish their enemy, to wipe him out
Sowing death - with crazy eyes
Satisfy the desire of raping and slaying

Chopping each other to pieces
You destroy your religion and kill your god
Animal instinct takes over reason
Human blood covering face and hands makes one furious

Mutilated and raped women
Are nameless jests, a matter of mock
Lifeless victims lie on the carpet of ashes
Pyramids of severed heads are raised all around

People with their hands over their heads
Are bound to the pillars
Being covered with tar and inflamed
They raise their stumps to the sky

The necklaces of their children's heads,
Tortured, are hanging as a jewelry
Strung by a rope of agony
They represent sadism in the name of faith

Putrid stench fills the air
With the eerie cries of the dying convulsed

Blood clots in the throat hold the last prayer
Wheezing petitions to god make blood freeze in the veins
Christian dogmas and commandments are drown in the sea of blood
With the remains of the tortured Creator on its ground

Drown your freedom in the tears for God
Torture your flesh afore hoary icons
Hurry up and die renouncing your earthly life
The darkness will swallow all slavish prejudices

Slaying of liberty and reasoning power
Murder of nonconformity; mind control
Sewed eyes, freed from reality
Tongues cut out and fed to Christianity

Burn your hands with hot candle wax
Praying for blessings and mercy
Trample pride and mud
Darkness will embrace you with chains around neck

Religion twists strands of self-destruction into ropes
To tie them around your neck, believe in Christ
Cut your veins with the fear of sin
Drink the poison of false biblical prophecies

Endless lashing, stuffing heads with dogmas
Bend your necks to meet the hatchet of forgiveness
Cross yourself, take communion and you're in a cage
To each his due; slaves will get slavish existence

You're living dead; holy believers in celestial paradise
Enslaved by own remorse and compassion
Humiliated by power of the crucified one
Darkness will take you kneeling down

Endless lashing, stuffing heads with dogmas
Bend your necks to meet the hatchet of forgiveness
Cross yourself, take communion and you're in a cage
To each his due; slaves will get slavish existence


Your ears refuse to hear anything but preaching
Stretch your decrepit limbs to get nailed
Follow him to the cross, retrieving truth in utopia
Haggard bodies twist in senseless agony

Slaying of liberty and reasoning power
Murder of nonconformity; mind control
Sewed eyes, freed from reality
Tongues cut out and fed to Christianity

Majesty built on fear and brutal terror
Cross made of remorse and slavery
You're kept on a tight leash
And fed by poisonous ideas of humility

Awe nourishes their might
Godly thoughts encourage criminal power
Ignorance is a darkness making you blind
Intoxicating your brain with false dogmas

Eradication of the will turn humans into animals
No need for intelligence if you're led by instincts

Second coming instincts - majesty built on fear
Second coming instincts - cross made of remorse

Words and orders gain in importance for the slaves
Never getting questioned, taken for granted
Crucifix-handled whip anticipating humility
Of the ones condemned to silence and unquestioning obedience

The Bible is a weapon against consciousness of mankind
You find yourself hanging on the cross

Second coming instincts - majesty built on fear
Second coming instincts - cross made of remorse

Words and orders gain in importance for the slaves
Never getting questioned, taken for granted
Crucifix-handled whip anticipating humility
Of the ones condemned to silence and unquestioning obedience

Your compassion summons uncontrollable fear
Corporal agony scares christian soul
Stand in a queue for unconstrained guillotine
God needs headless creatures

Weakness and pain creating a cult
Freewill obedience, slavish devotion
Object of worship, set up by murder and violence
Wait for the second coming till you die