They like to torture and pain You hear their shabby lies They feed their bellies while another dies Come on and whipe them away So we don't see them for another day
We pray the message of hell
There's bloodlust in your eyes The candles lick to the sky The full moon's rising high Come dress in leather and spikes Celebrate till midnight strikes Hail to our master of hades Wait till his league invades
We pray the message of hell
Why should someone be a better man Just if he prays to the lord We will never sympathize with them Ruling the world with a sword