Undone, defiled, defaced
Your world was yours to soil…
Rejoice! For you’ve done all you could
You shunned the light, all hopes you killed
You slain your saints, all truths you burnt
But oh, thy Justice will come!
So now, when the earth feeds on you
You see all the souls that you’ve slain
Now calls for you to burn!
Now see how thy soul amounts to blackness
But blacker still the flames of thy bed
Tell me, why do you feel you’ve been wronged?
Is this not the pit that you yearned?
Remembrance of pleasure…
And how dark your sights had been…
Whimpering for the lost salvation?
Why now do you think you’ll be saved?
Sweet, sweet fate, that you’ve set for yourself
Dancing with the pain that’s blinding you?
Now reign in the chaos, of your making
You truly are the Patron Saints of Hell…
You…you Patron Saints of Hell…
And with this Crown of Thorns on you
You know your pain has just begun…
Do you feel now regretful of how you’ve lived?
Indeed for you, this place becomes you…
You Patron Saints of Hell!
