Crown Of Thorns

Smelled of the crucified
Sent to dwell above the clouds
Leaving their lands
For gold and riches
Sailing the seas
To convert all human beings
In the steps, in the lands
Beyond the edges, my people arise

Let's open toward the sun
Offering what we are done

They bring the crown of thorns
To corrupt all other sons
The flesh of their god they eat
His blood is sworn to drink
God of pain and suffering
Calling misery for his kin
Therefore a life of numbness
Can bring their souls to emptiness

Around their land
Wearing their cursed cross
Symbol of pain
And all the warlords
Two thousand years
Of devious preaching
In our time our culture
Is slowly dying (Dying)
Of this land I won't be eating
'Cause I'm a true human being