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Piercing thorns upon your brow

Primacy oozed in red

Whence the magic it bled from heaven

The filthy saints they fled

Palaces adorned with memories

Of the mighty and the dead

Archways into abandonment

And the reckless scam

They lassed his feet and his wounds

Their mournful act of sham

Pons of counterfeit vassals

Stabbing the golden ram

Smite the cheek of Jesus Christ

Smite the cheek of Jesus Christ

Smite the cheek of Jesus Christ

May his honor be met

Bring the king unto me

His lineage will perish in debt

Smite the cheek of Jesus Christ

Hold high his endless quaigh

Bring your king anto me

Repast of sumptuous decay

Smite the cheek of Jesus Christ