Christcrusher
i´m youre nightmare, the madman
i´m back from the dead
death´s shroud lies on this place
on this holy land
do you fear my rituals
you´re doing right
can´t control my dark urge
i smell your death

christcrusher
christcrusher
christcrusher
i crush the bastard son

i shed your snow-white skin
i slice your flesh
i taste your heart, your sweet blood
and yearn for more
my hunger grows forever
as i bare my teeth
four candles light up my chamber
i´m in a trance

christcrusher
christcrusher
christcrusher
i eat the bastard son

shadows dancing on the wet walls
to a silent hum
then i´m burning your entrails
and your crown of thorns
your dead eyes are staring at me
so i rip them out
i crush your feet with a steel mace
and your stigmatized hands

christcrusher
christcrusher
christcrusher
who´s the next in line?