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