No Jesus, No Beast - Immolation

No Christ… no cross

No pain… no loss

No wanton guilt for us to bear

No body… no blood

No crown… no thorns

No bastard son, no chosen one

I count the days

When the oppressed are released

The ending of his reign

No Jesus, No Beast

No pits of sin to languish in

No path of just for us to follow

No foolish prayer and seething lies

No virgin birth on pagan earth

I await the time

When our hatred is unleashed

He’ll rule no more

No Jesus, No Beast

Leader of fools

Creator of sin

Extractor of hope

Deceiver of truth

Can you hear us… Death to Jesus

As horizons overcast with menacing formations

Those who will stand are committed no more

Icon of icons, shattered and overtaken

This Bastard, this Beast, this Jesus must die

No Christ… no cross

No pain… no loss

No wanton guilt for us to bear

No body… no blood

No Crown… no thorns

No bastard son, no chosen one

I count the days

When the oppressed are released

The ending of his reign

No Jesus, No Beast