Nailed to the Cross - Gutted

Come on through the gate of life o' ancient ones

Come with me to rule what is and what will be

Come with me to nail all good up on the cross

Come with me to laugh at who is up above

This is not hypocrisy this is only blasphemy

Death to all the blessed ones now we hail the evil ones

Nobody can disrupt me, I am one inside of me

If I fail in my own quest the ancient ones will be put to rest

All the work cannot be done without your wrath

You will rise up through the gate and assist me

Nailed to the cross you will not see what has come for you

Nailed to the cross you won’t believe what’ll be done to you

The good of man will be through holes in their hands

Blasphemy to god and all of his precious sons

Pray to kutulu to spare your life

The haunting, the counting of time slips by

The feeling of dying, hung from a pole

The priesthood, the church of christianity no more

(Solo — Billy)

This is not hypocrisy this is only blasphemy

Death to all the blessed ones now we hail the evil ones

Nobody can disrupt me, I am one inside of me

If I fail in my own quest the ancient ones will be put to rest