"Look at the castle full of crime it's walls streaming blood, as if a demon lived here" Time is paying your debt off in the face of the world has already finished. Look around, you are alone, but there are spors of blood still on your hands A dirty soul is soaked of crime And it's still in your body You feel inside you aren't alone It's demon who leads you He makes you hate yourself Your face covered deep wounds Is looking with disdain from a mirror Black man in black dream with black redections Life is a place that dream You used to be obedient to that faith But now this is hate to yourself and God You struggle and destroy the crosses But this everything is out of control You have to wait when the anathema fills in complete The visions of perish Christ at the cross Makes you successful Fallen God, fallen the world, only despair remains Your crimes are waiting on the glory Wake up though dead in the other world