You are nailed, whipped and immolated
With your beautiful crown of thorns
Too much pain for the grand Messiah?
Hidden between the shadows
I enjoy your prophesied destruction
Condemned by your dear human race
They clove you in your holy symbol
You are twisting in it
And you ask for clemency
Nobody hears you!
Your pig father
Your pain is my pleasure
Your corpse lifeless is retired from the cross
Covered with tatters you are buried
It's my chance
Covered by my shadows I profane your tomb
I see your corpse and I incrust the thorns
On your head even more
I elevate your corpse and I lance it to the walls
Your corpse is engraved on your holy mantle
Destroying your stomach
I draw out your genitals
And I incrust it in your smooth
Oh, grand Jesus, show me your power!
This is your body
Receptacle of my black creations
This is your blood
That eternally will be poured out by my slaves
This is my dick
Who will penetrate and will ejaculate in your corpse
This is my semen
The creator of black creatures
That you will bear in your stomach
And who will guard your sepulcher eternally
Mutilating your corpse
I condemned your soul to insurrection
In opposition to your father
And to perish in my domain
Third day
No resurrection
Your pig father has left you again
You have lost your false paradise
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Your mutilated corpse is rotting