No Christ...no cross
No pain....no loss
No wanton guilt for us to bear

No body...no blood
No crown...no thorns
No !@$( 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 !@&!, 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 !@$( son, no chosen one

I count the days

When the oppressed are released
The ending of his reign
No Jesus, No Beast