Dead like a priest hung from a tree   Ropes drawn about his armpits   Crows have picked his eyes away   Flesh is scarred and ripped to shreds      The crucifix still hanging cold   Dancing slow to the wind of the north   His faith couldn't save him, nor could his god   Weak human destiny, nothing pure inside      His soul cried for angels   But I raped it endlessly   A thousand days of torment   Doomed to fucking die      Hopeless, starved, miserable   You'll see the eye of Master   Never will you see the light   Morbid fate of a mortal man      Mortal worms - crushed by   The hammer of the Nocturnal