Inri (false Prophet) Lyrics - Acheron

You have been judged on your own accord 

Our final word seals your fate 

King of the Jews, the son of God 

Now condemned to death and hate 

INRI, INRI, false prophet 

Carry the cross upon your back 

And take it to where you'll die 

A crown of thorns, for you dear king 

With the other filth, be crucified 

INRI, INRI, false prophet 

Taste the blood that trickes from your ravaged brow 

As the sands of time run out 

Lord of nothing is what we consider you 

For victory is truly ours 

Now you die