A Cross Inverted

Eavral

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My mark, of the rotting christ
With honor I bear it every fucking day
Inverted cross, as a sign of my faith

The day when the bastard was nailed
I was there, I witnessed it all
The night when he "rose to the heaven"
I was there, pissing on his corpse

The remaining light descended
As the broken banner of jesus
Amidst the likes of his kind he was
With the nails carved in deep
I saw the rotting corpse of his
And screamed: I killed the fucker!
The true saviour of mankind
A son of god indeed

He died with the thorns on
And I burned his icon
Now it's another aeon
But still the hatred for him lives on
In me