Devine sermons - the immortal tissues of lies

Empty threats - no purgetory no demise

the holy scripture is burning in his hand

Turn of the century will be religions end



Burning by the gate i can hear

Reflection of his voice

Dripping blood i share with my lord

Confirms my every choice



Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh

Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the gash

All his power i can feel under my skin

His wounds like razors bringing everyone to grief



With opened veins i stand consumed by flames

I hear the sounds of those who were raised to the ground

I see the herd of those who laugh but bleed

I see the crowd of poor orphin of god



Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh

Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the gash



Gash... gash...