Laughter and joy up on the hill
Where the soldiers lift up the cross
No more disciples to the wanna-be-king
The gathering darkness does no augur well
To the son of god they said he was
His bones will end up sunbathing on the hill
Hear the Metal thunder, birds with hunger
At least your life wasn't in vain
Circling above, their hunger grows
Your flesh will disappear like down a drain
Feel the Inferno burning your bones
If you're a god c'mon and save yourself now
Birds of prey, beasts from Hell
Awaiting their feast are the vultures over Golgotha
The foreboding fluttering and croaking ends
When his head leans down with his last words
No help from his father sure was a shock
When the first beak picks out his eye he screams
Father
why
had
you
abandoned
me?
Because your father lies dead as a fucking rock
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- 100 Xmas Songs
- White Christmas (New Edition)
- Joe FM Kerstarchief
- Christmas Hits - Party
- Complete Christmas Party
- Original Hits - Christmas
- Christmas Party!
- I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday
- Pure Hits
- Playlist: 70s Pop
- Music Book
- The Wizzard! Greatest Hits And More - The EMI Years
- Wizzard Brew
- 5 Bites: Mini Album - EP
- Roy Wood: Singles
- The Definite Album... (Roy Wood: The Move, E.L.O., Wizzard)
- The Wizzard: Greatest Hits and More - The EMI Years
- The Christmas Collection
- The Magic of Christmas