Lo! There's Jesus with a thorny crown
Nails in his wrists, the blood drains out
Scourged and burned and crucified
He's the one that I despise
-Chorus-
Burn the Christian
Burn the Christian
Burn the Christian
Dead
Take the lamb down to the slaughter
Immolate him on the funeral pyre
I am evil, your heretic
The epitome of pestilence
-Chorus-
Upon the cross he expiates
His soul enkindles in death's embrace
His words egregious, solely lies
I don't pity your demise
Soon there'll be a deicide
The moribund of Jesus Christ
-Chorus-
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