CRAWLING OUT FROM THE DIRT LIKE A FUCKING WORM SHE WILL BEG FOR FORGIVENESS UNENDING CRIES HOPELESS LAMENTS
THESE SOUNDS OF TORMENT MY SWEET SYMPHONY HER CRIES ARE MEANINGLESS TO OUR EARS AND WHILE WE COME CLOSER SHE GASPS IN FEAR SUCH UNAWARENESS FOR HER FATE WAY WORSE THAN DEATH
JUSTICE WILL BE DONE HE BRINGS VENGEANCE UPON THOSE WHO DIDN'T OBEY NAIL HER TO THE CROSS THE WEAKER HAS TO DIE IN PAIN THE INFERIOR MUST SUFFER THIS IS WHAT HE SAID LIBERATE OUR HATE
AND HERE WE ARE WATCHING HER IN PAIN IN NOMINE DEI NOSTRI SATANAS LUCEFERI EXCELSI NAILED TO OUR CROSS SHE FACES A PORTION OF THE HUMAN PURGE
AS SHE SCREAMS SO LOUD IN THE FIELD SHE SCREAMS FOR LIGHT WHILE IN THE DARK
AS SHE SCREAMS BURNED AT THE STAKE SHE SCREAMS FOR MERCY BUT I WON'T GIVE ANY
FACE YOUR NEW JOURNEY TO THE END OF THE TUNNEL
AS SHE SLOWLY DIES I REACH MY EARGASM SCUM LISTEN TO THE PRAYER MADE BY YOUR LAMENTS