The son of light, lord of slaves A reign in tyrant ways Over centuries the story's been told It's time to let it go For the legend comes with pain And his words are spread in vain We are many standing strong To deny the holy son
The wounds of thine must vanish The wounds of thine shall disappear The wounds of thine has put this world through suffering
Crowned with thorns, the king of lies Dead, never to arise Over centuries the lie has been told It's time to let it go For the legend comes with pain And his words are spread in vain We are many standing strong To deny the holy son
The wounds of thine must vanish The wounds of thine shall disappear The wounds of thine has put this world through suffering