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!