Here you have the son of God
Here you have your wretched king
Crowned with a crown full of lies
Dressed with a mantle of fallacies

Tortured by the soldiers
It is not enough for my vengeance
Leather, spear and hammer
Will be the least of it

Spit at the filthy corpse of Christ
Crucified

See how the worms are flooding his face and fall out of his feet
Smell the foul carcass stench of the Nazarene

I'll put the nails into his eyes
I'll make he swallow his own genitals
I'll cut his tongue with my knife
I'll make he drown on his own blood

His screams make to tremble
To this shame called disciples
Devoured by the vultures
All that remains will burn on fire

Spit at the filthy corpse of Christ
Putrefied