We, born of the Chaos We curse your name Nazarene Suffer and die Mere 30 silver coins The price of your pity life You are worthless to us Suffer you shit, suffer and die! With reed cane into the face Crown of thorns into your head With a crimson cloak on your shoulders Desecrated and beaten up We laugh at you "Son of god, king of jews" Where are your followers When you walk on the path of shame Towards Golgatha, towards death Where are your followers Oh great messiah? At Golgatha your corpse rots Higher than the others King of jews, Slave of Satan in Hell!