From the depths, from the blackness 
Of the hatred eveholes 
Bestial feeling has sliped out 
This is the crippling angel of barreness 
Trails the decrepit corpse 
Of the priest, on his hook. 
And through the broken sun 
In the Hellish chariot, 
Come out the clutches of 
The soulfreezer 
The hook was suspended 
In the dungeon of death 
The bolt of the timestream was locked, 
Angel became the stone... 
...The knife-switch of soulfreezer arised 
And the sawdust of the bones 
Fills the air 
With swet on my face 
I work up the cracked sholderblade 
Unlimited amount of holy priests. 
Oh, how many of them 
Are expecting their own turn 
Laing right in the wooden suits.