Smite... Lyrics

Piercing thorns upon your brow
Primacy oozed in red
Whence the magic it bled from heaven
The filthy saints they fled
Palaces adorned with memories
Of the mighty and the dead

Archways into abandonment
And the reckless scam
They lassed his feet and his wounds
Their mournful act of sham
Pons of counterfeit vassals
Stabbing the golden ram

Smite the cheek of Jesus Christ
Smite the cheek of Jesus Christ

Smite the cheek of Jesus Christ
May his honor be met
Bring the king unto me
His lineage will perish in debt

Smite the cheek of Jesus Christ
Hold high his endless quaigh
Bring your king anto me
Repast of sumptuous decay

Smite the cheek of Jesus Christ