No Christ...no cross 

No pain....no loss 

No wanton guilt for us to bear 

No body...no blood 

No crown...no thorns 

No bastard son, no chosen one 



I count the days 

When the oppressed are released 

The ending of his reign 

No Jesus, No Beast 



No pits of sin to languish in 

No path of just for us to follow 

No foolish prayer and seething lies 

No virgin birth on pagan earth 



I await the time 

When our hatred is unleashed 

He'll rule no more 

No Jesus, No Beast 



Leader of fools 

Creator of sin 

Extractor of hope 

Deceiver of truth 



Can you hear us...Death to Jesus 



As horizons overcast with menacing formations 

Those who will stand are committed no more 

Icon of icons, shattered and overtaken 

This Bastard, this Beast, this Jesus must die 



No Christ...no cross 

No pain...no loss 

No wanton guilt for us to bear 

No body...no blood 

No Crown...no thorns 

No bastard son, no chosen one 



I count the days 

When the oppressed are released 

The ending of his reign 

No Jesus, No Beast