Once upon a cross
Carrying the dead body of a Jew
King of contemptible people
Claiming to be the son of God.
I am the spikes in his hands
And the spear in his heart ;
His face twisted by pain
Can't make me sad.
Once upon a cross
Carrying a bastard's corpse
Still venerated 2000 years later
By the feeble-minded.
I am the thorns diadem on his head
And the black metal cutting his body ;
His face shadowed by death
Seems to express his fatalism.
Once upon a cross
Carrying a martyr's mortal remains
Who would has held out his other cheek
To feel better the pain of this song.
Bellicose Muhammad, a religion of peace's prophet never would tolerate such a blasphemy.
He would allready cut my throat like a pig or rather like a sheep, halal of course,
He would stone my wife after veil her and rape my young daughter.
When Amen forgive sloth, Insh'allah consent to debauchery of violence and hate.
