He woke up, as his flesh fell off slice by slice
Floating high up in the air, more than ten-thousand miles
He said, he was crucified underneath a baneful sky
Had nails through feet and hands
Yes, also nails in his eyes
In defiance of all living things he hang there … upside down
His poor, vicious face almost touching the ground
He knows well where he's been
Don't let him in!
He claimed twelve-thousand crucifixes transformed
into distorted sombre trees
Blood ran down their scarred trunks
Gushed slowly dripping out of the leaves
The offering gathered in a chalice, all golden
Held by the dirty hands of a black-bearded man
His face sheer spitefulness
He knows well where he's been
So, don't let him in!
Don't let him in! [6x]