Dead like a priest hung from a tree
Ropes drawn about his armpits
Crows have picked his eyes away
Flesh is scarred and
ripped to shreds
The crucifix still hanging cold
Dancing slow to the wind of the north
His faith couldn't save him, nor could
his god
Weak human destiny, nothing pure inside
His soul cried for angels
But I raped it endlessly
A thousand days of
torment
Doomed to f*****g die
Hopeless, starved, miserable
You'll see the eye of Master
Never will you see the
light
Morbid fate of a mortal man
Mortal worms - crushed by
The hammer of the Nocturnal