No Christ...no cross 
No pain....no loss 
No wanton guilt for us to bear 
No body...no blood 
No crown...no thorns 
No [bad word] 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  [bad word] no more 
No Jesus, no beast 

Leader of fools 
Creator of sin 
Extractor of hope 
Deceiver of [bad word] 

Can you hear us...death to Jesus 

As horizons overcast with menacing formations 
Those who will stand [bad word] no more 
Icon of icons, shattered and overtaken 
This [bad word]  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 [bad word] son, no chosen one 

I count the days 
When the oppressed are released 
The ending of his reign 
No Jesus, no beast