Lo' there do I see the savior of man
Dishonored and shamed, bathed in grief
Upon Golgotha, impaled to thy final throne
The crown of gold becomes as thorns
Lo' there do I see the fallen Lord
Forsaken and abandoned, left to rot
Is thy blood not as red as those you would save
In suffering, thee shall die, Lamb of God
Lo' there do I see the pathetic remains
Of Jehova's only son, thy faith torn asunder
Thy challice thy begs removed from thy lips
Is filled with the blood of thy butchered flock
Lo' there dost thou see Christ's lingering demise
The blood of heavenly angels falling as rain
Behold! The black dawn cometh, riding the wings of Hell
Lo' there do I hear the carillon of Samael's reign!