Acheron - Jesus Wept (Again and Again) lyrics
[Acheron - Jesus Wept Again and Again lyrics]
Oh, I hear the holy blasphemies
They are calling from inside of me
Visions that my mind does crave
Violating Christ
Torture that seems to be so real
True pain that bastard must now feel
Various acts of hate are playing
Within my brain
Jesus wept, suffers in pain
This dream-like pleasure i must sustain
Jesus wept, no mercy shown
Welcome to my mind
Once again to be crucified
Through my will he shall abide
I'm the master and the maker
Of this mental bliss
Psychotic thoughts, sick fantasy
His blood split brings ecstasy
No salvation from my morbid
Visions of delight
A scourge tearing flesh off his bones
In anguish he crawls then he moans
As we mock his holy title "the son of god"
Throwing stones at this king of kings
Agony is what his fate brings
Nailing him to the cross again
Unleashing hell
Jesus wept, suffers in pain
This dream-like pleasure I must sustain
Jesus wept, no mercy shown
Welcome to my mind
Crown of spikes driven in his head
Wishing that he were dead
Eye lids removed to witness
All that I create
Sharp hooks rip and pull his skin
Salt in wounds, inserted pins
No salvation from my morbid
Visions of delight
Now I lay me down to sleep
I dream your lord's pain I'll keep
And if I die before I wake
May he rot for heaven's sake!
They are calling from inside of me
Visions that my mind does crave
Violating Christ
Torture that seems to be so real
True pain that bastard must now feel
Various acts of hate are playing
Within my brain
Jesus wept, suffers in pain
This dream-like pleasure i must sustain
Jesus wept, no mercy shown
Welcome to my mind
Once again to be crucified
Through my will he shall abide
I'm the master and the maker
Of this mental bliss
Psychotic thoughts, sick fantasy
His blood split brings ecstasy
No salvation from my morbid
Visions of delight
A scourge tearing flesh off his bones
In anguish he crawls then he moans
As we mock his holy title "the son of god"
Throwing stones at this king of kings
Agony is what his fate brings
Nailing him to the cross again
Unleashing hell
Jesus wept, suffers in pain
This dream-like pleasure I must sustain
Jesus wept, no mercy shown
Welcome to my mind
Crown of spikes driven in his head
Wishing that he were dead
Eye lids removed to witness
All that I create
Sharp hooks rip and pull his skin
Salt in wounds, inserted pins
No salvation from my morbid
Visions of delight
Now I lay me down to sleep
I dream your lord's pain I'll keep
And if I die before I wake
May he rot for heaven's sake!