O Star of Heaven, beloved of the Lord

Prays father, attempting the townsfolks accord

Silence! Lash of whips ring through a violent horde

Upon the altar he no longer stands alone

Revenge! Lust for blood and a hunger to dethrone

Who cast the first stone?

Embodiment of all that we've seen

The children of the three aren't what they have been

O Hellfire licks the scene

Once brothers and their mothers cumulate to stampede

Hang him upon an inverted cross

Unworthy of the glory of the savior he mocks

Pray all you want

Pray that they forgot

Stigmata

A faded gaze in the stained glass

Apostle of Roch

Boiling, the skin of a man once trusted with our souls

Now he rots on a throne of bones

Who can I trust?

Holy armor, rivets rust

I must confess I haven't done what I must

Now the halls run black with blood

Through the chatter all I hear is "run"