Crossfixation - Witchery

Golgata lies silent

And the sand has drunk the blood

Black is the wind which make the crosses away

They puncture hallow ground

Life stabwounds to the skin

Crossfixation

Crossfixation

Human ornamentation, a ghastly vaudeville

Had to entertain the masses

Had to keep them in fear

Crosses lean on these barren hills

Daily tribunals daily fills

Crossfixation

Crossfixation

Crossfixation

Last of days sands of time running fast

Drag my cross thru the mob

Whipped and chained…

Dying young, dying young… dying young!

Bloody and sweat — blinds my eyes — no one weeps, no one cares

Count my steps up the hill — drag my cross… drag my cross

Nails are driven deep thru the limbs

I’m hung to die, lft in the sun to dry!

Crossfixation

Crossfixation