Devine sermons - the immortal tissues of lies   Empty threats - no purgetory no demise   the holy scripture is burning in his hand   Turn of the century will be religions end      Burning by the gate i can hear   Reflection of his voice   Dripping blood i share with my lord   Confirms my every choice      Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh   Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the gash   All his power i can feel under my skin   His wounds like razors bringing everyone to grief      With opened veins i stand consumed by flames   I hear the sounds of those who were raised to the ground   I see the herd of those who laugh but bleed   I see the crowd of poor orphin of god      Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh   Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the gash      Gash... gash...