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Thrust your hand in the hole in the side of the Lord Feel his Easter Flesh and bone. Be reborn in the blood, the burghundy flood, The haemoglobin ebb and flow. How his hallowed bones ache, they rattle and quake, Beggin' \"Brother, reach out your hand!\" His broken hearthpump it bleeds, it setthes and intercedes On behalf of the otherwise damned. So vomit your lies, like the thief at his side, How His skin, it hangs not in shreds. It's just sad, you see, you and the Saduccees Deny His Easter Fleshly bread. \"A hypnocrite, an idiot, a Judas Iscariot!\" The victory song demons cheered. But be now set free, sip blood and eat The Easter flesh that's fed the centuries. The torns in His brow made clear to you now As the scales fall from your eyes. So kick down the door, Doubting Thomas no more. Join the saints to meet Him in the skies! Vomit your lies, like the thief at His side, How His skin, it hangs now in shreds. It's not fair, you see, how scribes and Pharisees Deny His Easter Fleshly bread Songtexte\"A hypnocrite, an idiot, a Judas Iscariot!\" The victory song demons cheered. But be now set free, sip blood and eat The Easter flesh that's fed the centuries (Thanks to Robin Isaksen for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania