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Nazarene, you're flayed

as I've lashed thee with storm

Belligerent horde grants you

this crown of thorns

A king of all martyrs

disgraced and dethroned

Died for mankind

shall not be reborn

The marble of walls

surrounds your soul

No light and no sound

ever sheds through this tomb

All thoughts and prayers will never be heard

Too desperate a savior you are all alone

Tongues of serpent licking your feet

Questioning purpose of faith

Why can't you see,

thy kingdom's defeat

We've made you bed

of flames in which you're laid

Nazarene, you're flayed

as I've lashed thee with storm

Belligerent horde grants you

this crown of thorns

A king of all martyrs

disgraced and dethroned

Died for mankind

shall not be reborn

The marble of walls

surrounds your soul

No light and no sound

ever sheds through this tomb

All thoughts and prayers

will never be heard

Too desperate a savior

you are all alone