shut up your foolish laugh
the man is only hides your fear of being destroyed
the fortune chamber's filled well
the rock's the place you'll go to hell
don't ask if they got the night to make you bleed
the sweet is running down your spine
don't ask if they got the night to make you bleed
screams of pain resounding through the halls
streams of blood are flowing from the walls
they take away what they couldn't give back
now your will to be is gone
you're friend of pain so rest your soul and die
you're not the first and not the last
as long as satan's seed flourishes they die