Hunted for several weeks Prey for sacrificial Rites He tried to save his Life Hiding and escaping He failed
Now his mind has gone away His body has been flaggellated Every drop of his blood that falls on the ground Creates a strange sound Every time the whip falls Bringing with her parts of the Infidel
He never screams Even when the blade Starts to cut his arms away Even when the incandescent spear Begins to pierce him
It's a Ritual of rare brutality This faith is worst than being tortured He has been whipped, burned, blinded and dissected Grotesque show of deformed preachers frames this tribulation
The Chapel now is covered by blood A strange Liturgy starts Redundant words of Hatred and Faith Irrational visions of Reality