Ashes of burned memories cover my marks from infinity. But just how many 

times I have walk this same path over again.



I can see the shine of deception in your eyes. I was born to hate you and 

your kind. You promise heaven, but all you can give is lies.



I see the fear of being left alone in your eyes. All those ruined lives, 

corrupted minds with lies.



Now those forgotten souls scream your name from behind the graves. There 

will be no tomorrow, there wasn't one today. Every morning you will wake up 

to see your own image in hell. And the day will come when these lessons of 

suffering will be taught you and your kind too.



I look into dimension of pain too absurd for man to realize. And with joy in 

my heart I can see your upcoming destiny.



The force of black mind is much greater than you can ever realize.



I'll have my time to wait, but you will know my hate. I will teach you the 

arts of pain and pleasure.



You're just a coward behind your shell, you will rot in your own personal 

hell.



Feel the heat of flames burn your flesh. Were the flames really there or 

only inside your head?



Feel the razor cutting your skin, can't you see it's your own hand that 

moves the blade.



This is the art of pain and pleasure!