Hail Murder
In the dungeon so cold, sits the Nazarene son
His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear
Asking himself, where is my god now?
Preacher of lies, soon to be nailed
Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now
Hail murder, soon to meet the evil one
Carry your cross, to your own doom
Meet the people's hatred
You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong
Christian blood soon will cover the ground
As I drive the nails of evil, deep inside
A crucified whore, that's what you are
The only crown you have, is one made of thorns
Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now
Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one
Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep
Hail murder, I am the spear in his side
Carry your cross, to your own doom
Meet the people's hatred
You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong
The demons fly high, they circle above
Waits for his blood to stop flow, and to collect his soul
The lord of lies, soon to die
Thousand of years of pain await
Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now
Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one
Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep
Hail murder, I am the spear in his side
His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear
Asking himself, where is my god now?
Preacher of lies, soon to be nailed
Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now
Hail murder, soon to meet the evil one
Carry your cross, to your own doom
Meet the people's hatred
You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong
Christian blood soon will cover the ground
As I drive the nails of evil, deep inside
A crucified whore, that's what you are
The only crown you have, is one made of thorns
Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now
Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one
Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep
Hail murder, I am the spear in his side
Carry your cross, to your own doom
Meet the people's hatred
You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong
The demons fly high, they circle above
Waits for his blood to stop flow, and to collect his soul
The lord of lies, soon to die
Thousand of years of pain await
Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now
Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one
Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep
Hail murder, I am the spear in his side
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Writer(s): Magnus Broberg, Michael Svanberg
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