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