Tekster: Dismember. Like An Ever Flowing Stream. Soon To Be Dead.

Agonized terrified horrified
Emotions brutalized
Crucified nailed to the cross
With spikes through my hands
I shall die upon this cross
All by myself
Salvations lost
Soon to be dead

Consider me as another victim
Of their plans
But my choice
Is not your [fucking] jesus christ
Now I'm dead alone and
Rotting on this cross
But I'll be back

Hell is what I want
Hell is what I get
In the fires I'll burn
But there's nothing I'll regret

Hell awaits me
My soul is raped
I will get them I will kill them
At the end of time
As long they are free
Preaching their shit
I'll never find peace