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In holy Gethsemane,

Where the bastard son doth walk

His time in this world,

Is coming to an end

His lies have been revealed

30 pieces of silver

Is all it takes,

To condemn the holy son

Acta sanctorum

The deed of the saints

Judas, the betrayed

Has proven, his worth

Make way, for the true lord,

The die, is cast

The false, prophet, has been found

Preaching, to, the last

On bended knee, asking-father-

For-guidance

In the gardens of Gethsemane

He must be seized,

His lies shall cease

Brutally beaten,

He offers no resistance

Before the mighty, sons of Satan

Dragged bleeding

From the holy garden

Oh, how the weakling disciples wept

They stood by watching

As their lord was taken

But us in hell,

Will await his crossing