You shall burn in the pits of fire f
Or you have been cursed by the sun
You shall suffer, upon the hand
Of your God thine self has thy ultimate end
Thine orifices scalded and sealed shut upon thy self
Sacred marks are scarred
By way of salt and dagger thy own flesh
Scorned by infinite misanthropy
By the gods on words you die willingly cast
To the depths of the chambers
Praying for this honour, to favour thy emperors
Morning arises the time has come thine blood will flow
Crowded by impatience, as your ascent to the sacrificial pillar
Where thine self is cast lashed flagellants
Follow to the peak of the crest top
This slaughter is of honour thy death is splendour
Thy pain is great thy pleasure is exceedable
Pleasing as thine servant to the mighty kings
Bound to the Tinder praises all around
My body for the slaughter I lay my flesh down
I lay my flesh down you shall burn in the pits of fire
For thy time has come to die die
