The Holy Sons I: In The Gardens Of Gethsemane
In holy gethsemane
Where the bastard son doth walk
His time in this world
Is coming to an end
His lies have been revealed
30 pieces of silver
Is all it takes
To condemn the holy son

Acta sanctorum
The deed of the saints

Judas, the betrayer
Has proven his worth
Make way for the true lord
The dead is casted
The false prophet has been found
Preaching to the last on bended knees
Asking the father for guidance

In the gardens of gethsemane
He must be seized
His lies shall cease
Brutally beaten
He offers no resistance
Before the mighty sons of Satan
Dragged bleeding
From the holy garden
Oh, how the weakling disciples wept
They stood by watching
As their lord was taken
But us in hell
Will await his crossing