Golgata lies silent And the sand has drunk the blood Black is the wind which make the crosses away They puncture hallow ground Life stabwounds to the skin Crossfixation Crossfixation
Human ornamentation, a ghastly vaudeville Had to entertain the masses Had to keep them in fear Crosses lean on these barren hills Daily tribunals daily kills Crossfixation Crossfixation Crossfixation
Last of days sands of time running fast Drag my cross thru the mob Whipped and chained... Dying young, dying young... dying young!
Bloody and sweat – blinds my eyes – no one weeps, no one cares Count my steps up the hill – drag my cross... drag my cross Nails are driven deep thru the limbs I'm hung to die, left in the sun to dry! Crossfixation Crossfixation