An eye of fire tears a hole in the floor
Through which the dead gaze the devil's whore
Beneath the angel crawls a child in chains
Dressed in white and crying like a rain
Dancing with the dead all night
Before the master arrives
On the altar lies a girl defiled
Another image of a God who's blind

For all your sins, I condemn your wretched soul to burn in

The veins are blackened on a man refined
The child of God is rotting from inside
Watch the purged as they turn to ash
Hear them scream in a purifying flash
Listen to their helpless cries
It's like a quire of flies
Sacrifice yourself to save the herd
Boiled alive for the good of the world

For all your sins, I condemn your wretched soul to burn in

Damnation, brocken awaits
Come face to face with the devil's mate
Damnation, burned at the stakes
The witching hour calls for
Damnation, the brocken awaits
Come face to face with the devil's mate
Damnation, burned at the stakes
A fiery fate when the hour grows late