Born to be scorn and bring disgrace
Betrayed for falses prayers
He saw himself hateful
Rejected with wildness

The cursed cross
Is waiting on the will
Over lashing and spits
He receive his crown
Hurting your bloody face

Sentences time comes
Death´s time arrive

Christ´s saga

Now he loads his heavy sentence on this back
All people see his sadness

The virgin cries looking at her bastard son
Finally in his place of rest
The crucifixion in accomplishied
Hell is your destiny