No Christ, no cross No pain, no loss No wanton guilt for us to bear No body, no blood No crown, no thorns No bastard son, no chosen one
I count the days When the oppressed are released The ending of his reign No Jesus, no beast
No pits of sin to languish in No path of just for us to follow No foolish prayer and seething lies No virgin birth on pagan earth
I await the time When our hatred is unleashed He'll rule no more No Jesus, no beast
Leader of fools Creator of sin Extractor of hope Deceiver of truth
Can you hear us? Death to Jesus
As horizons overcast with menacing formations Those who will stand are committed no more Icon of icons, shattered and overtaken This Bastard, this Beast, this Jesus must die
No Christ, no cross No pain, no loss No wanton guilt for us to bear No body, no blood No crown, no thorns No bastard son, no chosen one
I count the days When the oppressed are released The ending of his reign No Jesus, no beast
