I know something very old is present tonight
A moment out of this world, filled with something very ill
I smell death in this ugly place, far from the light of Christ,
which has impaled my eyes for thirteen years
An abomination of Satan's summoned by sickness in these ghastly hours
At this gebite I am sworn to die
I will die to enter
My human shapes would be dead
If not... deeds were undone
And I am indeed blessed by d***ation
I do not wish to life, but devotion stops me
My sacrifice continues
I am tired and I hate this place
But my beseeched lord: The greater is thy finger
I know the meaning with life is Death.
A moment out of this world, filled with something very ill
I smell death in this ugly place, far from the light of Christ,
which has impaled my eyes for thirteen years
An abomination of Satan's summoned by sickness in these ghastly hours
At this gebite I am sworn to die
I will die to enter
My human shapes would be dead
If not... deeds were undone
And I am indeed blessed by d***ation
I do not wish to life, but devotion stops me
My sacrifice continues
I am tired and I hate this place
But my beseeched lord: The greater is thy finger
I know the meaning with life is Death.