When your life has ceased You will end up in a grave When your soul is free You'll fear the utter dark Slain by the demons The spirits of the dead Slaughter of your soul Enslaved by the mold You're nailed to the grave! When your d**h is certain
You will enter hell When your corpse is slain You will bath in flames Slain by the demons The spirits of the dead Slaughter of your soul Enslaved by the mold You're nailed to the grave! Ridden with disease Where d**h will increase