The Crucifixion Of The Damned

I've read the book of unspoken words.
Alone - and not afraid what me expect.
Black magic and unholy spells written in blood,
opened me the door to the blackened part - of my soul
I've turned the pages of forgotten lust, resurrection and necrophobia
I am the damned and Satan is my god - for salvation - is it to late
feelings of unknown aggressions - confirmed by hate

(The Priest:)
„Nail him to the cross,
burn his stake
and disperse his ashes,
to brake the spell !“
„We' re searching - for his saviour !“

„Crucify - Crucify - Crucify“
Son of Satan - burn
light up the stake - expel the breed of hell

Nailed on a wooden Cross
a nail was smashed in hands and feet
exhausted from my divine benediction
one moment before my body dies
I feel a strange power inside of me

Oooohhhh!!!!
I'm burning - Satan grape my soul
make me immortal
to slay the Christians

Wings growing in my back,
two horns sprout out of my forehead,
my body is transforming into a demon.
I spread my wings out and escape.
Far away from holy realms
to regenerate - my powers

The Christ shall burn - by my will
I am the almighty
the servant of Satan

(The Servant:)
„Crucify - Crucify - Crucify“
Frail Christians - die
Light up the church - Expel the child's of god