Ecce Homo - Vorkreist

So this is the man, they worship, they trust, to the point

They would offer their blood for a so called heaven afterlife

He has no power, he’s weak and miserable

You’ve been deceived

You’ve been betrayed

This morning take a look at the world

And tell me

Who is the real and only Master above all

Your flesh, your soul, your life is mine

You’ve been deceived

You’ve been betrayed

I used his pitiful name to rise my Empire

The Pope is my emissary

I wrote the Bible myself during a night of pleasure

And I’m still laughing at humanity

Behold the man

I throw down to Hell

Where no life dwells

Condemned by the blackest knell

Sure, All was my plan

I built myself a kingdom upon his name

My beloved Pilate crown him with thorns

And my bishop lackeys raped in his name

Even the cross was my fantasy

Even the cross…

Was my fantasy…

The screw in the wrists…

A delightful whisper…

And today I walk on the Golgotha

Here I’ll build the throne of my real son

In the morning mist I stare at the seven hills

Of my city, Jerusalem

Where I once built the temple of Solomon

In the caves unknown I prepare his coming

My beloved seed that all men should fear

My greatest lie that all womb should bear…

The Antichrist

I used his pitiful name to rise my Empire

The Pope is my emissary

I wrote the Bible myself during a night of pleasure

I’m still laughing at humanity

Behold the man

I throw down to Hell