Departed from humanity He has eaten the fruit of insanity Come to see his show prevail Red is the colour of every detail
See all the people, covered with blood Whipped to pieces when buried in mud
He looks them in their eyes, before doing his thing And he shows them his tools, to arouse their fear Then he turns around to face the rest of the group With his demon eyes and his serpent smile, he says: Wekome... to the exhibition of sins
Paralysed, in deepest fear The reapers scythe is drawing near Adrenaline, they love the rush The blood and flesh in a dirty mush
The leader asked: "who is next to go? "
As he walked among them really slow Everyone raised their arms and cheered As the scornful leader scratched his beard
He pointed out a man and asked: "do you want to be saved? " The man said "you are my master, Let me be your slave"
Then he turned around to face the rest of the group With his demon eyes and his serpent smile, he said: "behold... my exhibition of sins"
The whip in his hand, will tear you apart He will rape your soul and piss on your heart Hell crush you... like a rat And wear your forehead, as a hat
Departed from humanity He has eaten the fruit of insanity Come to see his show prevail Red is the colour of every detail
A twisted mind for the world to see Every spectator dead to be But if you love the fear, and you love the rush And the blood find flesh, in a dirty mush You should join this cult... this exhibition of sins