Hail Murder - Dark Funeral

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 won’t 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 won’t 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 won’t 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