the end: how and why
Flesh of yours, fruit for me
Through cloud of deceit you will see
Your end in my hands it shall be
No way will you find to be free
Sweet fruit of my prayers
Taken from you by the slayers
Trapped in my spell, even you they can't tell
Why it was you that I told them to kill
My hands! My hands! They no longer feel
My eyes! Even my eyes can no longer see
But all of a sudden, how could this be
That's coz my hands just know how to slay
My eyes they look beyond to lead your way
Down the hill, into the valley, diggin' your grave
Before dawn when god starts helping people crying to be saved.
Path to your destiny, you neatly have paved
From the pains of hard work to reach heaven you've been saved
But the real path downhill is already laid
By all the constructive lies you said
All of which'll lead to suffocation when walls cave in
Unable to cover the truth under pressure
Sparks fly out to catch fire from blown up fissure
You won't burn in it but it'll burn inside you
Many ways to free you, but suitable only a few
Slayer! Slayer! "Murder" game player
Proving words of your doomsayer
Destroying your body in all ways unfair.
- diabolic preacher