Being born, infant scorn
Inside this infernal blackened room
I'm the master, I live faster
Come into my dank and secret tomb
Sorcerer, sorceress
Follow me into hell and you won't get lost
f** me, f** you
But in here there is no place for the cross
Power flows, evil grows
In this dark stagnant womb of sin
Come to call, down the hall
And I will f**ing usher you in
f**ing hell, cast a spell
Don't give a f** about the f**ing cost
Pentagram, foul man
And still there is no place for the cross