The son of light, lord of slaves

A reign in tyrant ways

Over centuries the storys been told

Its time to let it go

For the legend comes with pain

And his words are spread in vain

We are many standing strong

To deny the holy son



The wounds of thine must vanish

The wounds of thine shall disappear

The wounds of thine has put this world through suffering



Crowned with thorns, the king of lies

Dead, never to arise

Over centuries the lie has been told

Its time to let it go

For the legend comes with pain

And his words are spread in vain

We are many standing strong

To deny the holy son



The wounds of thine must vanish

The wounds of thine shall disappear

The wounds of thine has put this world through suffering