crucifix disguise See when the canvas stands before me I'm compelled to spill a vision For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crown
- your heaven dead to be Suicidal glory! Blapshemy - I deny his life in me Desecration - destroying god's creation Cutting up this body of mine Created in the image of god
Ohh - It's Metal in the air It flows through our hearts And gives us strength It's time to show christianity That DEATH is reality! That everything must
of death It starts to rise - Ready to explode Kill "yourself" and come with me I've got the cure The power to eras your God - Erase your God! I have
above humanity With fear they turn their back on us With re-creation they try to fill our heads with lies Claiming that the son of god will rise With
crown of thorns upon your death March for devil's word, the word of hate and destruction March for devil's art, the art of death and chaos Crowded
one to kill the lord Feel the nails of pain Carving through the flesh Brutalized upon the altar With a crown of thorns Damnation awaits the sinners
God and life They don't come free Crown of thorns Strung through their teeth It's coming down It's coming down It's coming down It's coming down Sin
storm of blistering stones And I hear the serpent's whisper To leave the heavens in flames Upon black stallions We trample your crown of thorns With
see another one instead The mummy's face appears as the bandages they fall Dried out face with hate upon me gaze How grotesque, the mummy wears a crown of thorns
gain I count but loss And pour contempt on all my pride verse Forbid it Lord that I should boast Save in the death of Christ my God All the vain things
I scream inside For all the pain I've taken hasn't changed. The man in black, I'm coming back to spew my evil hate. My crown of horns and bloody thorns
begins One of you will betray me with a kiss of death Pray that you may not enter into temptation God gives me strength, I'm going to be crucified A crown of thorns
While you pound that nail in me I suffer the sins of the world may as a splinters of the wood-the lashes on the whip on my back A thorned crown on
I scream inside for all the pain I've taken hasn't changed The man in black I'm coming back to spew my evil hate My crown of horns and bloody thorns
kills. He is the prince of all filth, wearing the earth as a throne. He is the prince of all filth, crumbling for a crown of frozen thorns. And so the
His hands and a crown of thorns on His head." I said, "I?ll read it again, but this time there?s more. And I believe that this is true: His death wasn
I seen the game losin, I'm just pressin the reset {uhh} And when the ressurection of you shines through an individual Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns
