Vorkreist - Ecce Homo

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