ThrashTillDeath

The cold wind of death

Makes you freeze to the bone

The scary final breath

Leaves only cuts in the stone

Incite the superstition -the booty of fear

Your hero's death -brought us a 1 000 cries

Nailed to the cross ix3

Nailed to the f**kin' cross

They use fear like the press

In the book of deceit

Kneel down and confess

Weak losers need to retreat

Repeat bridge

Repeat chorus

The sign of the cross is the sign of war

The holy symbol has been used for more

Since we remember his promotion campaign

Is collecting lost souls for a unholy aim

Greedy bastards with blood on their hands

Hiding in churches and loosing their stand

Your book of God -a book of lies

Your hero's death -brought us a 1 000 cries

Nailed to the cross ix7

Nailed -failed -nailed

Nailed to the cross

Nailed -failed -nailed

Nailed to the f**kin' cross