Cruel punishment of self-destruction, a way of letting him in

Burning flesh, repenting sins of past

A hope of future bliss but my soul is doomed to slavery

My wounds can not be counted in numbers - all everything for his glory!

A solid trip with a dark desire to deprave the (remaining) chastity of my haunted soul

Pale, hungry i wait for his command...

Bitter is the journey to hell - for i must bow before the fires of hell

A child of the dark, a hunter, with a blessing of evil,

That is a curse with which i wander - hand in hand

This is a leason in demonic possession

Possession of evil - possession of my lovely end...