In the dungeon so cold
Sits the Nazarene son
His eyes filled with tears
His soul with fear
Asking himself
Where is my God now?
Preacher of lies
Soon to be nailed!
Hail murder!
Your God of filth won't help you now
Hail murder!
Soon to meet the evil one
Carry your cross
To your own doom
Meet the people's hatred
You will die amongst the dirt
Where you belong!
Christian blood
Soon will cover the ground
As I drive the nails of evil
Deep inside
A crucified whore
That's what you are
The only crown you have
Is one made of thorns
Hail Murder!
Your God of filth won't help you now
Hail murder!
Soon you will meet the evil one
Hail murder!
As the nails are hammered in deep
Hail murder!
I am the spear in his side
Carry your cross
To your own doom
Meet the people's hatred
You will die amongst the dirt
Where you belong!
The demons fly high
They circle above
Waits for his blood to stop flow
And to collect his soul
The lord of lies
Soon to die
Thousands of years of pain await
Hail Murder!
Your God of filth won't help you now
Hail murder!
Soon you will meet the evil one
Hail murder!
As the nails are hammered in deep
Hail murder!
I am the spear in his side