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 mankind 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 mankind 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