Cruel punishment of self-destruction, a way of letting him in 
 Burning flesh, repenting sins of past 
 A hope of future bliss but my soul is doomed to slavery 
 My wounds can not be counted in numbers - all everything for his glory! 
 A solid trip with a dark desire to deprave the (remaining) chastity of my haunted soul 
 Pale, hungry i wait for his command... 
 Bitter is the journey to hell - for i must bow before the fires of hell 
 A child of the dark, a hunter, with a blessing of evil, 
 That is a curse with which i wander - hand in hand 
 This is a leason in demonic possession 
 Possession of evil - possession of my lovely end...