You can't, upon his blood
You, evil cluttered minds
You boast on cruel blast
Spilt blood of your own kinds
What harm to you they caused
To pause their voice of praise?
You failed to nail the arms
Then sneak in without grace
Met out bombs on their palms
To seal the world of god
A deed with devils word

The wood He hung on nails
They hail as Holy Cross
The blood that filled the grails
Still ooze out for His cause

He bailed you out from sins
Carved his church on rock
And turned his cross its fins
To guide and lead you folk

Brute you persecute him
Still profane too his hymn
You wound and let them bathe
Bleeding rivers of faith

The more you try to hush
The words explode afresh
Rest in peace? None retires
But join Line of martyrs
Rise in revolt and flocks
Flank around messiah
Guarding their men from shocks
Singing alleluia
Up in arms with soul's sword
Praising glory to lord
Torrent gospel verses.
Fiends, your pride reverses.

You Can't, Upon his blood!

You evil cluttered minds.