Leading in a dark embrace
 I look to your tormented face
 You want to stand in my stead
 Your pain is not for me!

 You will fall!
 Down the cross!
 Demise of the crown!
 I'm your thorn!

 Praise me!
 I am first who'll kill your sacrifice
 Praise me!
 You welcome death with open arms


 Blood runs like a rain, to inundate your pain
 You are masochist? You're suffering, from my sins

 I'm tread upon your flesh
 To hear your silence breath
 I see you feeble creep
 Your pain will never be for me!

 You will fall!
 Down the cross!
 Demise of the crown!
 I'm your thorn!

 Praise me!
 I am first who'll kill your sacrifice
 Praise me!
 You welcome death with open arms

 Praise me!