(Broomhead)

Twisted bodies, pain, inflicted by the sane

The guilty kill an innocent for their crimes

A living sacrifice, made at His own choice

A victory, a life for the dead

Taste the blood, it bled for you

Take the body it was broken for you too

You're damned and so was I

Taste the blood and you won't die

Will you make him sick

Not hot just hypocrite

Give all or nothing at all

As often as you feed

That battered body bleeds

That death should never be forgot

Darkness sweeps the land

Bandits at His hands

At the place of the Skull

With a loud cry He dies

An earthquake shakes, the skies

The temple curtain's torn

There will be no more

Sacrifice

The one who came before

Paid the price