Cold, Inprisoned by Thoughts

Awakeness grips, falling down

I feel the Flames of Hell

how did I end like this?

Once I was bold and now

I've Lost My Martyred Soul



So Deep, my pain remains unchanged

I want to feel the Delightful Taste of Blood

Come forth Lord Lucifer

Take My Martyred Soul



Down I go to forget

Flesh and Blood

I give to Foe, Master Satan

Welcome My Martyred Soul



Warmness surrounds me

In this place most obscene

I kneel before Duke Astaroth

Can thee feel My Martyred Soul?



Inside, alone, my hate will grow

Greater towards the day

Gods Slay me Martyr

Slay My Martyred Soul



Grow Wrath Grow

See that Doom I will show

To the world that does not

Recall My Martyred Soul