Enjoy your pain While marching to your death With a punctured skull With spines in the head The stabbing needles Make the blood flow Defeated by cruelty No sorrow for your goals Thy fallen kingdom Your bloody passion The massacre is complete After years of repression Walk the road to perdition In your blood-soaked dress With a heavy load Your life is in distress Cherish death The head deformed A battered skull The crown is thorned Crown of thorns Crown of thorns