Feel the thorns of hate impaling Feel the end of life ascending See the path before you lie This is where you legacy dies Betrayed Now, die! Three nails await your arrival Iron to penetrate bone flesh and wood Carry your cross, your symbol of salvation This will be the tool for your final damnation A crown of pain; The final blessing You'll know March onwards, virgin born son Towards the hills of Golgotha March onwards, servant of the lie This crucifixion will mark the end of your reign Know this, Lamb of God You will never be born again This is the triumh of the horns As you die by the hands of man