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