No endless torment, no punishment for the evil life
No ritual, no name of god, no sacrifice
There'll be no next life, no heaven's bliss, no prize you'll see
What you worship is madness born from your fantasy
Obey the Serpent his truth is the light of wilderness
Obey the wicked in their everlasting blasphemy
You taste the filth and blood of your god of agony
Once you are dead your eyes are shut forever
And your soul dies free!
Having ten crowns upon your head you are dead
Choosing the cross you sacrifice your flesh-ness
Having great wrath you give power unto beast
Loosing yourself for the icons of you madness
You are dying free!
Having ten crowns upon your head you are dead
Choosing the cross you sacrifice your flesh-ness
Having great wrath you give power unto beast
Loosing yourself for the icons of you madness
Only the mindless will obey your god of agony
He won't be there to help you die of your sick fantasy
In the sea of writhing flesh you understand my spells
You'll embrace your lifeless corpse and fade away
You are dying free!