no god will be above us to spread disease around
never do we bend for a lord that youve made
we respond with our hatred on you
no chance to walk the future
cant spread some made up words

he could not be able, his corpse is on the cross
and never shalt we serve

with hate invade his kingdom
were the enemies of thy god
bring ruin as it must be
were the enemies of thy god

eye for eye, the nemesis will bring dismay
bleed for god, consigned to hypocrisy
his misery, on the cross he takes the blame
nazarene with no doubt wed kill again

soon youll face the truth in a grave all alone
as he said a religion for you
witness and behold by your hands youre deceased
laughing in scorn as youre buried alive
the revolt shall cripple the faith
know now as your idols will burn

before me there is none
as there is no sense in god
well have to put an end to his lie