Immolation Follow

No Christ...no crossNo pain....no lossNo wanton guilt for us to bearNo body...no bloodNo crown...no thornsNo bastard son, no chosen oneI count the daysWhen the oppressed are releasedThe ending of his reignNo Jesus, No BeastNo pits of sin to languish inNo path of just for us to followNo foolish prayer and seething liesNo virgin birth on pagan earthI await the timeWhen our hatred is unleashedHe'll rule no moreNo Jesus, No BeastLeader of foolsCreator of sinExtractor of hopeDeceiver of truthCan you hear us...Death to JesusAs horizons overcast with menacing formationsThose who will stand are committed no moreIcon of icons, shattered and overtakenThis Bastard, this Beast, this Jesus must dieNo Christ...no crossNo pain...no lossNo wanton guilt for us to bearNo body...no bloodNo Crown...no thornsNo bastard son, no chosen oneI count the daysWhen the oppressed are releasedThe ending of his reignNo Jesus, No Beast