Illusions of a greater existence
Crushed by the forces of darkness
Slaves of sin
In perpetual procession
To the place of eternal torment
Where priests and saints
Are tortured during every day
And every night
While the Nazarene lies watching
Their suffering
And crucified till the end of times
Till the end of times
Lamented echoes of a holy existence
Engraved by the winds of desolation
The foul martyr remains cursed
To relive his death again and again
Rotting in Golgotha
The foul martyr remains cursed
To relive his death again and again
Rotting in Golgotha