30 hopearahaa

We, born of the Chaos

We curse your name

Nazarene

Suffer and die

Mere 30 silver coins

The price of your pity life

You are worthless to us

Suffer you shit, suffer and die!

With reed cane into the face

Crown of thorns into your head

With a crimson cloak on your shoulders

Desecrated and beaten up

We laugh at you

"Son of god, king of jews"

Where are your followers

When you walk on the path of shame

Towards Golgatha, towards death

Where are your followers

Oh great messiah?

At Golgatha your corpse rots

Higher than the others

King of jews,

Slave of Satan in Hell!