It was predicted that with every tool

That the romans brought pain to you thy fool

People to your god should be lead

While our warriors lost and scattered fled

You should be the king on earth

Bastard son of virgin birth



Slay the Nazarene 

In christian eyes supreme

You will die



Slay the Nazarene 

Your might is just a dream

You shall die



Slay the Nazarene 

Tourtured you will scream

You must die



Slay the Nazarene Slay the Nazarene

Die Die



Glorification of holy christian slime and filth

Your vision of your crusaders bravery

That turned the wiched out of their slavery

You should be the king of kings

But now feel the embrace of Lucifers wings



Slay the son of god, 

Drown him in his own blood

Meet your death



Slay the son of god 

This is your sinners flood

We praise your death



Slay the son of god 

Scum of inferior blood

Hail your death



Slay the son of god Slay the son of god

Death Death Death



Now glance upon your teachings

In the pits of lost realities



Behold the righteous ones

Before Satan at their knees



Slay the scum of the earth 

Whoreson of infidel birth

You are dead



Slay the scum of the earth 

Your cross is nothing worth

Your teachings are dead



Slay the scum of the earth 

Teared apart with sadistic urge

Your god is dead



Slay the scum of the earth Slay the scum of the earth

Dead Dead Dead



Humiliated as no other

Seek patience at the weak chest of your father

I.N.R.I.

Crucified you shall die

Mocked and spitted at

Your feeble rat



Slay the Nazarene 

In christian eyes supreme

You will die



Slay the Nazarene 

your might is just a dream

You shall die



Slay the Nazarene 

Tortured you will scream

You must die



Slay the Nazarene Slay the Nazarene

Die Die Die



Slay the Nazarene