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...