Текст песни False Magic - Spite

He comes forth from the desert
Inscriptions and symbols carved in his flesh
Once prophesied the son of the Almighty
Convinced he is the saviour of Man
Stripped of all adornments
He practices the Pagan rites of old
Yeshu Ha-Notzri the Charlatan
The Jester of Yisroel
His miracles were tricks to fool the masses
His exorcisms brazen and contrived
His healings staged by thespians and heretics
His resurrections travesties and lies
"I′ve come to see the Rabbi raise the dead
Sorcerer of Bethlehem is He
Utterer of Shem HaMephorash
Deceiver of the sons of Avraham"
False is the magic of the Son
Born as a bastard to a whore
Lord of Illusion and Mirage
Pervertor of the necromantic scrolls
False is the magic of the Son
Born as a bastard to a whore
Nailed to the crucifix
Weep for the charlatan no more
Far away beyond Calvaria - the tolling of the Crucifixion bell
To bring the faithful to their knees the witches recite the evil spell