Not the answers, not my god Nor the lives he was looking for The pale red king begins a final walk through his hall Within the sights of the court Across the ashes Under a crown made out of lies Forgive us father We killed again the anointed one Raise the spear, aim to kill Tense the pole, pierce the Nazarene There's no way for 2000 years he forgot The land and his so called sons! Across the ashes Under a crown made out of lies Forgive us father We killed again the anointed... one! Beyond in the North A skeletal white horse Can you see? Can you smell? The stench from the temple of god? And far from the dawn Where light dies by the cross "Rest in pain" says the king "Forget the fallen Gods!" Reach the "other side" Kill the caravan And tell the others There is no way out Here lies a sore pariah 12 men and 1 liar Here lies the anointed one All hail the false Messiah! Here lies a sore Pariah 12 men and 1 liar Here lies the anointed one Across the ashes Rises a town free from their lies And from the ashes They will see through our pagan... eyes!