Dethrone the son
 The [bad word] one
 Dead and begotten
 Unfortunately forgotten

 Death on the cross
 Life was your loss
 You fell from Roman hands
 In thy holy land
 Still your words are being preached
 But now your realm is being breached
 Your vision we will turn to sand
 When we reap thy holy land

 King who was scorned with a crown of thorns
 [bad word] who tormented mandkind since he was born
 Your throne we will burn
 You shall never return
 The light won't shine over your holy empire
 As it ends in a roaring storm of fire
 The christian serpents can escape or stay
 And face the oceans of fire, blood and iron which will sweep them away

 An ocean which everything you [bad word] will erase
 And pull out your venomous fangs from mandkind without a trace
 Now were crashing onto your shore
 Stare into the face of war
 Death to you forevermore
 By pain you never felt before

 Death on the cross
 Life was your loss
 You fell from Roman hands
 In thy holy land
 Still your words are being preached
 But now your realm is being breached
 Your vision we will turn to sand
 When we reap thy holy land

 Dethrone the son
 The [bad word] one
 Dead and begotten
 Unfortunately forgotten

 You will pay
 For getting in our way
 You will see
 How we will be

 [bad word] god's planet