Made not for the rulers But instead for the sinful wretches Down below the sin you've made Stands the truth that eats your mind For those who are strong with the devil And do not wish to speak This torture will be the way This torture will be the key Did you feel it? When you feel it, you'll confess all!!! All that evil that you've enchanted Will be blessed by unholy Death will release the pain Your shell will turn into dust and ashes It's just matter of time While your soul flee To the gates of disaster To serve you master Your soul dies Obsessed by obscurity Endless pain You bleed impaled on the Judas chair It's just matter of time While your soul flee To the gates of disaster To serve you master All that evil that you've enchanted Will be blessed by unholy Death will release the pain Your shell will turn into dust and ashes