| Death is its wings | |
| Riding you like a plague | |
| The clock is ticking | |
| Your life will fade | |
| This nightly realm | |
| Is void of your god | |
| Can not hide | |
| Can not deny | |
| Can not turn away | |
| Can not pray | |
| You are lost | |
| And hold no key | |
| Can not defend yourself | |
| Death is certain | |
| Drowning in the disgust | |
| Your own regurgitated blood | |
| Pain will keep your senses clear | |
| Like visions of the dying cross | |
| Surrender your flesh | |
| To furnish the flames | |
| It has destroyed you |