I'm on a cross, Lucifer, please cut me free (cut me free)
I'll draw your portrait if you pull these nails out of my feet
(Nails out of my feet)
My cross turns upside down and finally I'm loose
I flip the land and released the others who sin;
The Scarecrow and the Juice
I look to the sky and all I could say was "Finally, it's on again"
No Lord could stop us now, 'cause the demons reborn again
My praise, the first power found me so I could never cower
Without a mind for murder
But the Bible couldn't tell ya half about this antichrist
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see
The demonic man of massacrism, saints, can you feel me?