Scourged at the pillar
Wear a crown of thorns
For your false dead God, no one shall mourn

Nailed to a tree for trying to deceive
All those fools you have tricked to believe
Left there on the wood to rot,

A vultures meal shall be your lot!
Your churches call you what you're not,
Popped out a virgin's hairy twat!

You're just a man, and nothing more!
Your mom's no virgin, she's a !@^%!
Your soul is rotten to the core!

You'll burn in Hell forevermore!
Pray to you?
What a $#&@ing chore!

Your false religion is a bore!
No more shall you spread obscene lies!
Your twelve apostles, they've sold you out

(PREPARE FOR THE NAILING!)
Hang on the cross and cry and shout
In Satan's realm you'll have no clout

(PREPARE FOR THE NAILING!)
In your own mother you start to doubt
Punished by him after you have died

(PREPARE FOR THE NAILING!)
You'll burn in Hell 'cause your father lied
Died for no sins, but your own

(PREPARE FOR THE NAILING!)
And you'll bow to Lord Satan's throne!
"I-N-R-I" it says at the top (OI! OI! OI! OI! OI! OI! OI!)

Dangle in pain that shall not stop
If you're thirsty, have a sponge with gaul (OI! OI! OI! OI! OI! OI! OI!)
In Hell, on you're belly, you're gonna crawl!

Caeser Borgia hung from a plank
Rots in the sun, emitting stank
A lump of lifeless, rotten meat

The cruciFICTION is now complete
Burning in Hell, your false God tastes defeat, GO!