I know your demons
Black messengers of impure faith
Who are pecking out eyes of the blind

Oh, join my lambs
Your sins now confess like a weak
And let me heal the child lost from the path

One lash for thoughts
The second one for the deeds you have done
Can you feel the bliss of the divine grace?

And when the last cut
Lashing across your sinful spine
You are one of us, the chosen sect

The weakest walk as a madman talks
The table is set for the feast
As the fluteman plays a tune for rats
They join the legion of the beast

Desires so obscene
Forgiveness one of a kind
They claim it's not the end
But in real they are on the way to the rotten paradise

"All heil the reborn, the false saint to die for"
Taste the sweetest poison
And face the end