He weeps like a lamb to the slaughter

cast down from his blooddrenched skies

slowly we sail across the river Styx

and I hold up his head by the hair



the godforsaken water is bloodred

and the ruler of chaos stands ashore

he spreads out his blackened wings

and blasphemes sadistically the priest



I drag the worthless priest ashore

he screams endlessly in naked fear

I am an eternal veil of evil torture

and I take pleasure in his agony



he is being crucified upon a cross

and boiling blood is poured upon him

his face explodes in bursting heat

as I whip his soul a thousand times